"She's a great satirist; she sees through us all and she works us up." "Well, I must say I never have had such a collection of bad material!" Henrietta declared, looking from Isabel to Lord Warburton and from this nobleman to his sister and to Ralph.

"There's something the matter with you all; you're as dismal as if you had got a bad cable." "You do see through us, Miss Stackpole," said Ralph in a low tone, giving her a little intelligent nod as he led the party out of the gallery.

"There's something the matter with us all." Isabel came behind these two; Miss Molyneux, who decidedly liked her immensely, had taken her arm, to walk beside her over the polished floor.

Lord Warburton strolled on the other side with his hands behind him and his eyes lowered.

For some moments he said nothing; and then, "Is it true you're going to London ?" he asked.
"I believe it has been arranged." "And when shall you come back ?" "In a few days; but probably for a very short time.