'From Paris?'
'No; from Southampton in his yacht.'
'In his yacht—oh, by Jove! what other ladies were of his party?' asked Sir Jasper, quizzically, while stroking his tawny moustache.
'No lady but me.'
'In—deed!'
There was profound insolence in his drawl, yet Alison never suspected it.
Sir Jasper Dehorsey now believed that he might be as impudent as he chose; but the girl's manner nevertheless bewildered him.
'Why, sir, do you stare at me so?' she asked.
'May I not look at you?'
'Not as you do,' she replied, with hauteur.