'She knows a good mistress.—I have but a few minutes, if you are relentless. May I..., shall I ever be privileged to speak your Christian name?'
'My Christian name! It is Pagan. In one sphere I am Hecate. Remember that.'
'I am not among the people who so regard you.'
'The time may come.'
'Diana!'
'Constance!'
'I break no tie. I owe no allegiance whatever to the name.'
'Keep to the formal title with me. We are Mrs. Warwick and Mr. Dacier. I think I am two years younger than you; socially therefore ten in seniority; and I know how this flower of friendship is nourished and may be withered. You see already what you have done? You have cast me on the discretion of my maid. I suppose her trusty, but I am at her mercy, and a breath from her to the people beholding me as Hecate queen of Witches! ... I have a sensation of the scirocco it would blow.'
'In that event, the least I can offer is my whole life.'
'We will not conjecture the event.'