For a moment, she stood, still as a statue, consulting with herself.

The moment passed, she dropped Nugent's hand, and turned gaily to me.
"Will you think me very obstinate ?" she asked.
"Why, my love ?" "I am not satisfied yet.

I want to try again." "No! no! At any rate not to-day." "I want to try again," she repeated.

"Not in your way.

In a way of my own that has just come into my head." She turned to Oscar.