She seemed to lure me, like a strange little siren, with all a siren's witchery, though without her beauty.

My voice sounded undecided, and I knew it.
"Of course I'm not asking you to wander with me in the night, hand in hand through the streets of Paris, like the Two Orphans," said Lisa.
"I'm going to have a closed carriage--a motor-brougham, one belonging to the hotel, so it's quite safe.

It's ordered already, and I shall first drive and drive until my nerves stop jerking and my head throbbing.

If you won't drive with me I shall drive alone.

But there'll be no harm in it, either way.