“Ah, Zoe, you know your power. Have a little mercy.”
“Perhaps I may have a great deal—if you obey me.”
“I will obey you.”
“Then go to bed this minute.”
She gave him a heavenly smile, and closed the window.
Next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Ned Severne said, “Any messages for Hillstoke? I am going to walk up there this morning.”
“Embrace my virago for me,” said Vizard.
Severne begged to be excused.
He hurried off, and Lord Uxmoor felt a certain relief.
The Master of Arts asked himself what he could do to propitiate the female M. D. He went to the gardener and got him to cut a huge bouquet, choice and fragrant, and he carried it all the way to Hillstoke. Miss Gale was at home. As he was introduced rather suddenly, she started and changed color, and said, sharply, “What do you want?” Never asked him to sit down, rude Thing!