It was through her habit of rising late and taking hours to dress.

Part of his code of conduct--an interpolation of his own into the Arkwright manual for a honeymooning gentleman--was that he ought to wait until she was ready to breakfast, before breakfasting himself.

Several mornings she heard tempestuous sounds round the camp for two hours before she emerged from her room.

She knew these sounds came from him, though all was quiet as soon as she appeared; and she very soon thought out the reason for his uproar.

Next, his anger could not subdue itself beyond surliness on her appearing, and the surliness lasted through the first part of breakfast.
Finally, one morning she heard him calling her when she was about half-way through her leisurely toilette: "Margaret! MARGARET!" "Yes--what is it ?" "Do come out.