"Tell me what were the faults of that _devoir_?" she asked. "Were they grammatical errors, or did you object to the substance?"
"I never said that the lines I drew were indications of faults at all. You would have it that such was the case, and I refrained from contradiction."
"What else did they denote?"
"No matter now."
"Mr. Moore," cried Henry, "make Shirley repeat some of the pieces she used to say so well by heart."
"If I ask for any, it will be 'Le Cheval Dompt,'" said Moore, trimming with his penknife the pencil Miss Keeldar had worn to a stump.
She turned aside her head; the neck, the clear cheek, forsaken by their natural veil, were seen to flush warm.

"Tell me, what were the faults of that essay?" she asked. "Were they grammatical errors, or did you object to the substance?"
"I never said that the lines I drew were indications of faults at all. You assumed it."
"What else did they mean?"
"No matter now."
"Mr. Moore," cried Henry, "make Shirley repeat some of the pieces she used to say so well by heart."
"If I ask for any, it will be 'Le Cheval Dompt,'" said Moore.
She turned aside her head; the neck and cheek flushed warm.
