She held him at fault, baffled, puzzled. _She_ enjoyed the moment, not _he_.
"And if Moore _is_ a gentleman, you _can_ be only a lady; therefore----"
"Therefore there would be no inequality in our union."
"None."
"Thank you for your approbation. Will you give me away when I relinquish the name of Keeldar for that of Moore?"
Mr. Yorke, instead of replying, gazed at her much puzzled. He could not divine what her look signified--whether she spoke in earnest or in jest. There were purpose and feeling, banter and scoff, playing, mingled, on her mobile lineaments.

, and he was baffled.
"And if Moore is a gentleman, you can be only a lady-"
"So there would be no inequality in our union."
"None."
"Thank you for your approval. Will you give me away when I relinquish the name of Keeldar for that of Moore?"
Mr. Yorke, instead of replying, gazed at her much puzzled. He could not tell whether she spoke in earnest or jest.
