A mask was worn to serve as a veil and a woman with her features thus hidden did not excite more attention than that of mere curiosity.

Vane had noticed her turning her face towards him as she passed, but thought nothing of it.
Suddenly she stopped, stepped back a pace and whispered softly:-- "Mr.Vane, is it not ?" "That is my name, madam." "Ah, I hoped I was not mistaken.

You don't remember me ?" "I beg your forgiveness if I say I do not." "Nor a certain night not long ago when you were flying from a ruffianly mob and you sought the shelter of my house?
But may be you've a short memory.

Mine isn't so fleeting.

Men's kisses are lightly bestowed.