I am obliged to lie down."' "I will follow your example, Lady Lundie.

If you will be so good as to excuse me, I will leave you, and lie down in my own room." She could say no more.

The interview with Geoffrey had worn her out; there was no spirit left in her to resist the petty malice of the woman, after bearing, as she had borne it, the brutish indifference of the man.
In another moment the hysterical suffering which she was keeping down would have forced its way outward in tears.

Without waiting to know whether she was excused or not, without stopping to hear a word more, she left the summer-house.
Lady Lundie's magnificent black eyes opened to their utmost width, and blazed with their most dazzling brightness.

She appealed to Sir Patrick, poised easily on his ivory cane, and looking out at the lawn-party, the picture of venerable innocence.
"After what I have already told you, Sir Patrick, of Miss Silvester's conduct, may I ask whether you consider _that_ proceeding at all extraordinary ?" The old gentleman touched the spring in the knob of his cane, and answered, in the courtly manner of the old school: "I consider no proceeding extraordinary Lady Lundie, which emanates from your enchanting sex." He bowed, and took his pinch.