I have come to ask you for it yourself." They all turned round.

Mary Scott was coming slowly towards them across the thick rugs, into which her feet sunk noiselessly.

Her face was very pale, and her large eyes were full of nervous apprehension.

But about her mouth were certain rigid lines which spoke of determination.
Sybil leaned forward from her chair, and Lady Caroom watched her approach with lifted eyebrows and a stare of well-bred and languid insolence.

Lord Arranmore laid down his cue and rose at once to meet her.
"You are Lord Arranmore," she said, looking at him fixedly.