Then her face clouded over.
"There is something I have to ask," she said, looking at me ruefully.

"Do you mind if we dine downstairs ?" "Louis has already told me that it is your wish," I answered.
She picked up the train of her gown.

I fancied that she turned away in order that I should not see her face.
"He was so disappointed," she murmured, "and he has been so kind, I did not like to disappoint him." "How is your uncle ?" I asked.
"I have not yet been allowed to see him," she answered, "but they tell me that he is better.

If he has a good night to-night, to-morrow morning I may go to him." "I certainly hope that he will have a good night!" I remarked.

"Shall we go down ?" "If you are ready," she answered.