Who would venture to be rude to me?
I have not seen anyone all the afternoon--until now, when you came.

And," she added by way of further explanation--she didn't want to be ungracious or unkind, but she did want, in justice to herself, to have this understood--"in the distance I didn't recognize you.

I mistook you for someone else"-- "Who else ?" he took her up, and with a queer flicker--if of a smile, then one with a keenish edge to it--in his eyes and about his mouth.
"For my father," Damaris answered.

"It was a stupid mistake, because he is away staying in Norfolk for partridge shooting, and I have not any real reason to expect him home for several days yet." "But in this deceptive light," Faircloth took her up again, while--as she could not help observing--that flicker became more pronounced.

It seemed silently to laugh and to mock.--"Oh! to be sure that accounts for your mistake as to my identity.