Beverly of Graustark

All right. I think I can get him into good humor without half trying. Oh, Count Marlanx! Come here, please. You aren’t angry with me, are you? Wasn’t it awful for me to run away and leave you to play solitaire instead of poker? But, don’t you know, I was so wretchedly tired after the ride, and I knew you wouldn’t mind if I– and so she ran glibly on, completely forestalling him, to the secret amusement of the others. Nevertheless, she was nervous and embarrassed over the situation. There was every reason to fear that the Iron Count had heard and seen enough to form a pretty good opinion of what had passed between herself and Baldos in this remote corner of the park. A deep sense of shame was taking possession of her.