The hour is late," she added more gently, as if desiring to attenuate the harshness of her last words.

"Shall I send my maid to escort you home?
She is devoted and discreet..." "Nay!" retorted the other in tones of quiet sadness, "there is no need of discretion...

I am not ashamed of my visit to you to-night....

You are very proud, and for your sake I will pray to God that sorrow and humiliation may not come to you, as I feared....

We are never likely to meet again, Lady Blakeney...