She was already on her feet.
"No, no, I beg of you," stammered Mr.Jack, growing still more red.
"Don't let me drive--that is, I mean, don't go, please.

I didn't know.
I had no warning--I didn't see--Your carriage was not at the door to-day." Miss Holbrook's eyebrows rose the fraction of an inch.
"I sent it home.

I am planning to walk back.

I have several calls to make on the way; and it's high time I was starting.

Good-bye, David." "But, Lady, of the Roses, please, please, don't go," besought David, who had been looking from one to the other in worried dismay.