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He already had one foot on the lowest of the terrace steps, but at her voice runescape gold            he started, and paused, then looked searchingly into the shadows whence she had called to him.

She came forward quickly into the moonlight, and, as soon as he saw her, he said, with that air of consummate gallantry he always wore when speaking torunescape power leveling her,–

‘At your service, Madame!’ But his foot was still on the step, and in his whole attitude there was a remote suggestion, distinctly visible to her, that he wished to go, and had no desire for a midnight interview.runescape accounts 

‘The air is deliciously cool,’ she said, ‘the moonlight peaceful and poetic, and the garden inviting. Will you not stay in it awhile; the hour is not yet late, or runescape moneyis my company so distasteful to you, that you are in a hurry to rid yourself of it?’

‘Nay, Madame,’ he rejoined placidly, ‘but ’tis on the other foot the shoe happens to be, and I’ll warrant you’ll find the midnight air more poetic without my company: no doubt the sooner I remove the obstruction the better your ladyship will like it.’

He turned once more to go.

‘I protest you mistake me, Sir Percy,’ she said hurriedly, and drawing a little closer to him; ‘the estrangement, which alas! has arisen between us, was none of my making, remember.’

‘Begad! you must pardon me there, Madame!’ he protested coldly, ‘my memory was always of the shortest.’

He looked her straight in the eyes, with that lazy non-chalance which had become second nature to him. She returned his gaze for a moment, then her eyes softened, as she came up quite close to him, to the foot of the terrace steps.

‘Of the shortest, Sir Percy! Faith! how it must have altered! Was it three years ago or four that you saw me for one hour in Paris, on your way to the East? When you came back two years later you had not forgotten me.’

She looked divinely pretty as she stood there in the moonlight, with the fur-cloak sliding off her beautiful shoulders, the gold embroidery on her dress shimmering around her, her childlike blue eyes turned up fully at him.

He stood for a moment, rigid and still, but for the clenching of his hand against the stone balustrade of the terrace.

‘You desired my presence, Madame,’ he said frigidly. ‘I take it that it was not with the view to indulging in tender reminiscences.’