But there! I am sure that supper of yours must be waiting.

Pray condescend to convey my regrets to the faithful--what is her name?
Odd that I should forget a name like THAT.
Oh, yes! Dorinda!--Pray convey my regrets to the faithful Dorinda for being unwittingly the cause of the delay, and assure her that the offense will NOT be repeated.

Good-by, Mr.Paine." She walked off, between the granite posts and along the curved drive.
This time I made no attempt to call her back.

The storm had burst so unexpectedly and had developed into such a hurricane that I had had time to do little more than bend my head before it.

But I had had time enough to grow angry.