Is she pretty ?" The last three words came out like the little cat's pounce on a mouse.

Donal even felt momentarily startled.
But he remained capable of raising clear eyes to hers and saying, "She was prettier than any one else at the Duchess' house that night.

Far prettier." "Have you never seen her since ?" This was a pounce again and he was quite aware of it.
"Yes." Feather gurgled.
"That was really worthy of Lord Coombe," she said.

"I wasn't being pushing, really, Mr.Muir.If any one asks you your intentions it will be the Dowager--not little Miss Gareth-Lawless' mother.

I never pretended to chaperon Robin.