"I have yet to learn that," she said. "You appear to know me, sir!"
No words will convey any idea of the haughty scorn expressed by the icy tone and the cold glance of the violet eyes.
A faint smile, deferential yet self-possessed, swept across his face.
"There are some so well known to the world that their faces are easily recognized even in the moonlight; such an one is the Lady Len——"
She put up her hand, white and glittering with priceless gems, and at the commanding gesture he stopped, but the smile swept across his face again, and he put up his hand to his lips.
"You know my name; you wish to speak to me?"
He inclined his head.
"What have you to say to me?"
She had not asked his name; she had treated him as if he were some beggar who had crept up to her carriage as it stood at rest, and by a mixture of bravado and servility gained her ear. There was a fierce, passionate resentment at this treatment burning in his bosom, but he kept it down.