She came forth at the end of an hour and a half.

Josh, to her surprise, greeted her as if she had not kept him waiting an instant; not a glance of sullenness, no suppressed irritation in his voice.

Next morning the knock was a summons.
"Margaret! I say, Margaret!" came in tones made bold and fierce by hunger.

"I've been waiting nearly two hours." "For what ?" inquired she frigidly from the other side of the door.
"For breakfast." "Oh! Go ahead with it.

I'm not even up yet." "You've been shut in there ten hours." "What of it ?" retorted she sharply.