There was a note in her voice which he had never heard before, a note which conveyed to him the fact that she was no longer a girl, but a woman.
"Upon my soul, I don't know why you ask! Well, well!"-- she had repeated the impatient gesture.

"I haven't made up my mind yet.

He wants me to join him.

I could be of service to him; on the other hand, I could--yes, get in his way; for I know some of the points of the game he is playing.

Yes, I could help him--or spoil him." "And which are you going to do ?" she asked, in a low voice, her eyes veiled, her lips drawn straight.
Falconer laughed grimly.