"I do not understand you, Lady Maude." "Pardon me, my dear Anne: it was hazardous so to speak _to you_.

I ought to have said his thoughtless ways.

Quant a moi, je ne vois pas la difference.

Do you understand French ?" Miss Ashton looked at her, really not knowing what this style of conversation might mean.

Maude continued; she had a habit of putting forth a sting on occasion, or what she hoped might be a sting.
"You are staring at the superfluous question.