"Take my arm, and let us leave the room." "Yes! Take her out!" cried Grace.

"She may well be ashamed to face an honest woman.

It's her place to leave the room--not mine!" Mercy drew her hand out of Horace's arm.

"I decline to leave the room," she said, quietly.
Horace still tried to persuade her to withdraw.

"I can't bear to hear you insulted," he rejoined.