"Will your ladyship do me the honor, too, of waiting in the ante-room ?" and he held the door for her.
"What folly are you considering ?" she asked.
"Your ladyship is wasting time, and time, as Mr.Caryll has said, is pressing." She crossed to the door, controlled almost despite herself by the calm air of purpose that was investing him.

"You are not thinking of--" "You shall learn very soon of what I am thinking, ma'am.

I beg that you will give us leave." She paused almost upon the threshold.

"If you do a rashness, here, remember that I can still act without you," she reminded him.

"You may choose to believe that that man is your brother, and so, out of that, and"-- she added with a cruel sneer at Hortensia--"other considerations, you may elect to let him go.