"Really. I want to make some additions to to-morrow's bag. Sir Haselton won't thank me if I don't."
She looked at me as if she was trying to read my face. When she tried to do that I felt, in some occult fashion, that she succeeded. I would have been prepared to wager that she had her father's power of reading faces--and more.
"I want you to promise me something."
"What is it?"
"I want you to promise to top Lord George's score."
"You ask a hard thing, Miss Jardine. I do not profess to be Lord George Innes's equal as a shot."
"I believe, if you like, you can do anything."
"You believe too much of me. Honestly, for my sake, I wish you would believe a little less."
"Will you promise?"
"I promise that I will try my hardest, that I will do my best; and, as the archer says in 'Ivanhoe,' no man can do more."