_You_ say Yes too." Blanche said it.

Anne's eyes fastened on her face, with one long, yearning look, and then Anne's hand suddenly dropped hers.
She ran out of the room, more agitated, more uneasy, than she liked to confess to herself.

Never had she felt so certain of the urgent necessity of appealing to Sir Patrick's advice as she felt at that moment.
The guests were still safe at the luncheon-table when Blanche entered the dining-room.
Lady Lundie expressed the necessary surprise, in the properly graduated tone of reproof, at her step-daughter's want of punctuality.

Blanche made her apologies with the most exemplary humility.

She glided into her chair by her uncle's side, and took the first thing that was offered to her.