Don't think--until we see each other again!" She dropped her eyes slowly, and slowly shook her head.
"You ask too much," she said.

"You should not have said that." All the glamour was fading.

Her senses were seeking their balance after the incredible storm that had whirled them into chaos.
Fear stirred sharply, then consternation--flashes of panic pierced her with darts of shame, as though she had been in physical contact with this man.
All her outraged soul leaped to arms, quivering now under the reaction; the man's mere presence was becoming unendurable; the room stifled her.

She turned, scarce knowing what she was doing; and at the same moment her sister-in-law entered.
Berkley, already on his feet, turned short: and when she offered him a hand as slim and white as Ailsa's, he glanced inquiringly at the latter, not at all certain who this charming woman might be.
"Mrs.Craig," said Ailsa.
"I don't believe it," he said.

"You haven't grown-up children!" "Don't you really believe it, Mr.Berkley?
Or is it just the flattering Irish in you that natters us poor women to our destruction ?" He had sense and wit enough to pay her a quick and really graceful compliment; to which she responded, still laughing: "Oh, it is the Ormond in you! I am truly ve'y glad you came.