Come, you must go!' Lady Maud moved towards the stables, and Van Torp was obliged to follow her.

Far away Margaret was singing the last bars of the waltz song.
'I must say,' observed Mr.Van Torp thoughtfully, as they walked on, 'for a lady who's generally what I call quite feminine, you make a man sit up pretty quick.' 'It's not exactly the time to choose for loafing,' answered Lady Maud.
'By the bye,' she added, 'you may as well know.

Poor Leven is dead.

I had a telegram a few minutes ago.

He was killed yesterday by a bomb meant for somebody else.' Van Torp stood still, and Lady Maud stopped with evident reluctance.
'And there are people who don't believe in Providence,' he said slowly.