He is a foreigner." "No! He is an Englishman here--and must behave as such.

Don't spoil him, Lady Connie!" He looked at her imperiously--half smiling, half frowning.
"Remember!--he is my friend!" "I do remember," he said drily.

"I am not likely to forget." Constance flushed, and proudly dropped the subject.

He saw that he had wounded her, but he quietly accepted it.

There was something in the little incident that made her more aware of his overbearing character than ever.
"If I married him," she thought, "I should be his slave!" Tea had been daintily spread for them under a birch-tree near the keeper's lodge.