He doffed his hat and stood aside to give her passage.

She took it, chin in the air, and eyes which disdained to look anywhere where the sight of him was possible.
"Miss Arabella," said he, on a coaxing, pleading note.
She grew conscious of his presence, and looked him over with an air that was faintly, mockingly searching.
"La!" said she.

"It's the delicate-minded gentleman!" Peter groaned.

"Am I so hopelessly beyond forgiveness?
I ask it very humbly." "What condescension!" "It is cruel to mock me," said he, and adopted mock-humility.

"After all, I am but a slave.