She could have boxed Arnold on both ears for being so unreasonably afraid of her.
"Well," she said, impatiently, "if I did look in your face, what should I see ?" Arnold made another plunge.

He answered: "You would see that I want a little encouragement." "From _me ?_" "Yes--if you please." Blanche looked back over her shoulder.

The summer-house stood on an eminence, approached by steps.

The players on the lawn beneath were audible, but not visible.

Any one of them might appear, unexpectedly, at a moment's notice.