But no more horseback now, mind!' She muttered of not recollecting a promise.

He repeated the interdict.
Weyburn could fancy seeing her lips form words of how she hated old age.
He had been four days at Olmer, always facing her, 'man to man,' in the matter of Lady Ormont, not making way at all, but holding firm, and winning respectful treatment.

They sat alone in her private room, where, without prelude, she discharged a fiery squib at impudent hussies caught up to the saddle-bow of a hero for just a canter, and pretending to a permanent seat beside him.
'You have only to see Lady Ormont; you will admit the justice of her claim, my lady,' said he; and as evidently he wanted a fight, she let him have it.
'You try to provoke me; you take liberties.

You may call the woman Aminta, I've told you; you insult me when you call the woman by my family name.' 'Pardon me, my lady: I have no right to call Lady Ormont Aminta.' 'You've never done so, eh?
Say!' She had him at the edge of the precipice.

He escaped by saying, 'Her Christian name was asked the other day, and I mentioned it.