Why do you ask ?" She hesitated.
"My window looks this way," she said, "and I fancied that I saw some one cross the Park while I was dressing.

The spinney gate was certainly open." "Then I fancy that it has been open all night," I declared, "for to the best of my belief no one has passed through it save yourself.

May I walk with you back to the house, Lady Angela?
There is something which I should very much like to ask you." She replaced her hat, which she had been carrying in her hand.

I stood watching her deft white fingers flashing amongst the thick silky coils of her hair.

The extreme slimness of her figure seemed accentuated by her backward poise.