He opened the little iron gate which led out of the garden.
"A sower of fire and destruction," he answered, "a highly unpleasant person to meet when he's in earnest." She looked into his face for a moment with a wistfulness which was almost passionate.
"Please tell me at once, that you aren't--" He pointed back to the garden.
"We have come out of the land of confessions.

On this side of the gate I am your uncle's guest, and I mustn't be teased with questions." "Before you go," she threatened, "I shall take you back into the rose-garden." From their wicker chairs drawn under a great cedar tree, Mr.Foley and Lord Armley, perhaps the most distinguished of his colleagues, watched the slow approach of the two from the flower gardens.

Lord Armley, who had only arrived during the last half hour, was recovering from a fit of astonishment.

He had just been told of his fellow guest.
"Granted, even, that the man is as dangerous as you say," he remarked, "it is certainly creating a new precedent for you to bring him into the bosom of your family.

Is it conversion, bribery, or poison that you have in your thoughts ?" "Influence, if possible," Mr.Foley answered.