"As I'm a woman, it is monstrous I should be inflicted with the care of you that have no care for yourself." Hortensia bit her lip, controlling herself bravely, a spot of red in either cheek.

Mr.Caryll came promptly to her rescue.
"Your ladyship must confess that Mistress Winthrop has assisted nobly in the care of me, and so, has placed your ladyship in her debt." "In my debt ?" shrilled the countess, eyebrows aloft, head-dress nodding.
"And what of yours ?" "In my clumsy way, ma'am, I have already attempted to convey my thanks to her.

It might be graceful in your ladyship to follow my example." Mentally Mr.Caryll observed that it is unwise to rouge so heavily as did Lady Ostermore when prone to anger and to paling under it.

The false color looks so very false on such occasions.
Her ladyship struck the ground with her cane.

"For what have I to thank her, sir?
Will you tell me that, you who seem so very well informed." "Why, for her part in saving your son's life, ma'am, if you must have it.