"Have a care, my lord!" she muttered threateningly.

"Oh, have a care, I do beseech you.

I am not so to be crossed!" "Nor am I, ma'am," he rejoined, and then, before more could be said, Mr.
Caryll stepped forward to remind them of his presence--which they seemed to stand in danger of forgetting.
"I fear that I intrude, my lord," said he, and bowed in leave-taking.

"I shall wait upon your lordship later.

Your most devoted.