CHAPTER XI.
"But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels." "Shall I take you to Lady Baring ?" says Hardinge, quickly, rising and bending as if to offer her his arm.
"No, thank you," coldly.
"I think," anxiously, "you once told me you did not care for Sir----" "Did I?
It seems quite terrible the amount of things I have told everybody." There is a distinct flash in her lovely eyes now, and her small hand has tightened round her fan.

"Sometimes--I talk folly! As a fact" (with a touch of defiance), "I like Sir Hastings, although he _is_ my guardian's brother!--my guardian who would so gladly get rid of me." There is bitterness on the young, red mouth.
"You should not look at it in that light." "Should I not?
You should be the last to say that, seeing that you were the one to show me how to regard it.

Besides, you forget Sir Hastings is Lady Baring's brother too, and--you haven't anything to say against _her_, have you?
Ah!" with a sudden lovely smile, "you, Sir Hastings ?" "You are not dancing," says the tall, gaunt man, who has now come up to her.

"So much I have seen.

Too warm?
Eh?
You show reason, I think.