Let her go out, there will be some one at her side." "If she is like you--no doubt," said Escobar, and again he smiled at her covetously.

Joan shook the compliment off her with a hitch of her shoulders.
"We could have met in a hundred places," Mario continued.
"I could have come to call on you as we arranged." "No!" cried Joan with more vigour than wisdom in her voice.

She had a picture of him, of the embarrassment of the Splays and her friends, of the disapproval of Harry Luttrell.
Escobar was quick when he dealt with women, quick and sensitive.

The passionate denial did not escape him.

He began to divine the true cause of this swift upheaval and revolution in her.
"You could have sent me a card for the Willoughbys' dance.