You will frighten him if he sees you like that.

A touch of color you _must_ have.

Where do you keep it?
What! you haven't got it?
you never use it?
Dear, dear, dear me!" For a moment surprise fairly deprived her of her self-possession.
Recovering herself, she begged permission to leave me for a minute.

I let her go, knowing what her errand was.

She came back with a box of paint and powders; and I said nothing to check her.