He almost sprang towards her--and retreated, for he saw that she had overheard the conversation between him and her father.
'What! Mr.Smith!' said she in a tone in which tenderness and contempt, pity and affected carelessness, were strangely mingled.

'So! you are going to turn gamekeeper to-night ?' Lancelot was blundering out something, when the squire interposed.
'Let her alone, Smith.

Women will be tender-hearted, you know.

Quite right--but they don't understand these things.

They fight with their tongues, and we with our fists; and then they fancy their weapons don't hurt--Ha! ha! ha!' 'Mr.Smith,' said Argemone, in a low, determined voice, 'if you have promised my father to go on this horrid business--go.