Have you not danced with Michael Arranstoun yet?
I saw you were getting on with him splendidly at dinner--he used to be a great dancer before he went off to foreign parts." "No, I have not spoken to him even," she answered, with what indifference she could.
"What was he saying just before you left the dining-room which made you look so haughty, dearest?
He was not impertinent to you, I hope," and Henry frowned a little at the thought.
Sabine played with her fan--she was feeling inexpressibly mean.
"No--not in the least--we were discussing someone we had both known--long ago--she is dead now.

I may have been a little annoyed at what he said.

Oh! is that a Scotch reel they are going to begin ?" How glad she was of this diversion! She knew she had been capricious with Lord Fordyce once or twice during the evening.

She was greatly perturbed.

Oh! Why had she not had the courage to be her usual, honest self, and have told him immediately at Heronac who her husband really was.