"You must not forget that I am no longer a young man." She leaned towards him.
"You will die young," she murmured.

"You are not of the breed of men who grow old." "Do you mean to turn my head ?" he asked her, with a humorous smile.
"It would be easier," she answered, "than to touch your heart." Then Lucille looked across at them--and Mr.Sabin suddenly remembered that Reginald Brott knew them both only as strangers.
"Muriel," she said, "you are behaving disgracefully." "I am doing my best," Lady Carey answered, "to keep you in countenance." The eyes of the two women met for a moment, and though the smiles lingered still upon their faces Lady Carey at any rate was not able to wholly conceal her hatred.

Lucille shrugged her shoulders.
"I am doing my best," she said, "to convert Mr.Brott." "To what ?" Lady Carey asked.
"To a sane point of view concerning the holiness of the aristocracy," Lucille answered.

"I am afraid though that I have made very little impression.

In his heart I believe Mr.Brott would like to see us all working for our living, school-teachers and dressmakers, and that sort of thing, you know." Mr.Brott protested.
"I am not even," he declared, "moderately advanced in my views as regards matters of your sex.