"One short and thick. I suppose it was only the trunk of a tree."
"Stay indoors; don't go roaming about at dark," he emphatically said. "And now I have another request to make to you, Miss Hereford."
"What is it, sir?"
"That you will leave off calling me 'sir.' It does not sound well on your lips."
He smiled as he spoke. And I blushed until I was ashamed of myself.
"Have you any love for the appellation?"
"No, indeed! But Madame de Mellissie——"
"Just so," he interrupted. "I suspected as much. You would not have fallen into it yourself."
"I don't know that, sir."
"Sir?"