It was after seven--" "I am not asking you to do a favor for a lady," she replied.

"I am asking you to do a favor for yourself.

If you refuse the consequences may be most unpleasant." "I'm rather at a loss--" I began.
She was silent for a moment.

Then she turned and I felt her looking at me through the veil.
"Who was Archibald Enwright ?" she demanded.

My heart sank.