May I call you 'Anne' ?" Not for a moment did Miss Ashton answer.

Truth to say, far from reciprocating the sudden fancy boasted of by Maude, she had taken an unaccountable dislike to her.

Something of falsity in the tone, of sudden _hardiesse_ in the handsome black eyes, acted upon Anne as an instinctive warning.
"As you please, Lady Maude." "Thank you so much.

Hartledon whispered to me the secret about you and Val--Percival, I mean.

Shall you accomplish the task, think you ?" "What task ?" "That of turning him from his evil ways." "His evil ways ?" repeated Anne, in a surprised indignation she did not care to check.