La Masque turned round, regarded him in silence for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice had an accent of mingled surprise and displeasure.
"You, Mr.Ormiston! How many more times am I to have the pleasure of seeing you again to-night ?" "Pardon, madame; it is the last time.

But you must hear me now." "Must I?
Very well, then; if I must, you had better begin at once, for the night-air is said to be unhealthy, and as good people are scarce, I want to take care of myself." "In that case, perhaps you had better let me enter, too.

I hate to talk on the street, for every wall has ears." "I am aware of that.

When I was talking to my old friend, Prudence, two minutes ago, I saw a tall shape that I have reason to know, since it haunts me, like my own shadow, standing there and paying deed attention.
I hope you found our conversation interesting, Mr.Ormiston!" "Madame!" began Ormiston, turning crimson.
"Oh, don't blush; there is quite light enough from yonder lamp to show that.

Besides," added the lady, easily, "I don't know as I had any objection; you are interested in Leoline, and must feel curious to know something about her." "Madame, what must you think of me?
I have acted unpardonably." "Oh, I know all that.