It is months since you were with us.

We will make a little fete in honour of your yesterday's triumph," she promised him, sidling up to him with a bewitching glance of blue eyes, and the most distracting toss of golden curls upon an ivory neck.
But to such seductions Caron proved as impervious as might a man of stone.

He excused himself with cold politeness.

The Nation's business was awaiting him; he might not stay.
"The Nation's business may await you a little longer," she declared, taking hold of his arm with both hands, and had she left it at that it is possible that she had won her way with him.

But most indiscreetly she added: "Come, Caron, you shall tell me who was your yesterday's visitor.