"You must not meet these--these Irishmen.

Go back to the dining-room, I entreat you, and remain in it." But the curiosity of women--who can suppress it?
They were as though they heard not, and were pressing on to the door, when Val Elster dashed in with a white face.
"Back, all of you! You must not stay here.

This is no place or sight for you.

Anne," he added, seizing Miss Ashton's hand in peremptory entreaty, "you at least know how to be calm.

Get them away, and keep them out of the hall." "Tell me the worst," she implored.