A swift warm flush raced from her throat to her cheeks.
Her direct, steady gaze faltered under fire, and a confused, trapped expression flickered perceptibly for a moment or two.

He mistook it for dismay, or, on second thought, even worse,--displeasure.
"I--I can't help it," he stammered, surprised into voicing the thought that was uppermost.

"You know how I feel.

I--I--" But she had recovered her self-possession.

"Do you really think you have the right to name Mrs.Cruise's baby ?" she inquired coolly.
He managed a wry, deprecatory smile.