"May I sit in this one instead?
I like it best." "You 'may' sit in any chair that the room contains, or on an ottoman, or anywhere that you like," answered Lionel, considerably amused.

"Perhaps you would prefer this ?" "This" was a very low seat indeed--in point of fact, Lady Verner's footstool.

He had spoke in jest, but she waited for no second permission, drew it close to the fire, and sat down upon it.

Lionel looked at her, his lips and eyes dancing.
"Possibly you would have preferred the rug ?" "Yes, I should," answered she frankly, "It is what we did at the rectory.

Between the lights, on a winter's evening, we were allowed to do what we pleased for twenty minutes, and we used to sit down on the rug before the fire, and talk." "Mrs.Cust, also ?" asked Lionel.
"Not Mrs.Cust; you are laughing at me.