I am appealing to your intelligence, where a less intelligent man and one that knew you less would try to gain his point by chicane, flattery, deception." "Yes--it is a compliment," she answered.

"It was stupid of me to sneer at your frankness." A long silence.

He lighted a cigarette, smoked it with deliberation foreign to his usual self but characteristic of him when he was closely and intensely engaged; for he was like a thoroughbred that is all fret and champ and pawing and caper until the race is on, when he at once settles down into a calm, steady stride, with all the surplus nervous energy applied directly and intelligently to the work in hand.

She was not looking at him, but she was feeling him in every atom of her body, was feeling the power, the inevitableness of the man.

He angered her, made her feel weak, a helpless thing, at his mercy.