I wonder if you have quite forgotten my big black eyes and my hideous complexion ?' She lifted her veil as she spoke, and turned so that the moonlight rested on her face.
Francis recognised at a glance the woman of all others whom he most cordially disliked--the widow of his dead brother, the first Lord Montbarry.

He frowned as he looked at her.

His experience on the stage, gathered at innumerable rehearsals with actresses who had sorely tried his temper, had accustomed him to speak roughly to women who were distasteful to him.

'I remember you,' he said.

'I thought you were in America!' She took no notice of his ungracious tone and manner; she simply stopped him when he lifted his hat, and turned to leave her.
'Let me walk with you for a few minutes,' she quietly replied.