"There isn't a thing in the world you can do for me.

I came here to see if I could do something--a very great something--for you; but if I don't like you, I won't do it!" Then Lord O'More did stare.

Suddenly he broke into a ringing laugh.
Without a change of attitude or expression, the Angel stood looking steadily at him.
There was a silken rustle, then a beautiful woman with cheeks of satiny pink, dark hair, and eyes of pure Irish blue, moved to Lord O'More's side, and catching his arm, shook him impatiently.
"Terence! Have you lost your senses ?" she cried.

"Didn't you understand what the child said?
Look at her face! See what she has!" Lord O'More opened his eyes widely and sat up.

He did look at the Angel's face intently, and suddenly found it so good that it was difficult to follow the next injunction.