She could not help it.
"Oh, thank you--thank you!" she said.

"I am _so_ thirsty!" And she drank it as if it were the nectar of the gods.
"Now, Miss Fox-Seton," he said, "please sit down again.

I came here to drive you back to Mallowe, and the cart will not come back for a quarter of an hour." "You came on purpose!" she exclaimed, feeling, in truth, somewhat awe-struck.

"But how kind of you, Lord Walderhurst--how good!" It was the most unforeseen and amazing experience of her life, and at once she sought for some reason which could connect with his coming some more interesting person than mere Emily Fox-Seton.

Oh,--the thought flashed upon her,--he had come for some reason connected with Lady Agatha.