I am just going out driving with Lady Mary to have tea with the Thursbys." "Miss Deyncourt, don't allow a natural and most pardonable vanity to delude you to such an extent.

Don't go out driving the victim of a false impression.

If you will consider one moment--" "Not another moment," replied Ruth; "our bugles have sung truce, and I am not going to put on my war-paint again for any consideration.

There comes the carriage," as a distant rumbling was heard.

"I must not keep Lady Mary waiting;" and she was gone.
Charles heard the carriage roll away again, and when half an hour later he sauntered back towards the house, he was surprised to see Lady Mary sitting in the drawing-room window.
"What! Not gone, after all!" he exclaimed, in a voice in which surprise was more predominant than pleasure.
"No, Charles," returned Lady Mary in her measured tones, looking slowly up at him over her gold-rimmed spectacles.