Only bring something for yourself." It seemed to Rowland that the embrasure of a window (embrasures in Roman palaces are deep) was a retreat sufficiently obscure for Miss Light to execute whatever design she might have contrived against his equanimity.
A roll, after he had found her a seat, was easily procured.

As he presented it, he remarked that, frankly speaking, he was at loss to understand why she should have selected for the honor of a tete-a-tete an individual for whom she had so little taste.
"Ah yes, I dislike you," said Christina.

"To tell the truth, I had forgotten it.

There are so many people here whom I dislike more, that when I espied you just now, you seemed like an intimate friend.

But I have not come into this corner to talk nonsense," she went on.