We have been neighbours for a good many years." "I will wish you good-afternoon, Mr.Ducaine," Blanche said, turning to me.

"Good-afternoon--your Ladyship," she added a little awkwardly.
I opened the door for her.
"I will come down and see your father the first evening I have to spare," I said.

"I hope you will tell him from me that I should have been before, but for the luxury of having some work to do." "I will tell him," she said almost inaudibly.
"And thank you very much for coming to inquire after me," I added.
"Good-afternoon." "Good-afternoon, Mr.Ducaine." I closed the door.

Lady Angela was lounging in my easy chair with a slight smile upon her lips.
"Two lady callers in one afternoon, Mr.Ducaine," she remarked quietly.
"You will lose your head, I am afraid." "I can assure you, Lady Angela," I answered, "that there is not the slightest fear of such a catastrophe." She sat looking meditatively into the fire, swinging her dogskin gloves in her hands.

She wore a plain pearl grey walking dress and deerstalker hat with a single quill in it.