She was not daunted; indeed, a sudden anger against Lord Loudwater for having brought about his own murder flamed up in her.

Like every one else who had known him, she could feel no pity for him.
James Hutchings showed no pleasure whatever at the sight of her.

Indeed, he scowled at her.
"Come to gloat over me, have you ?" he growled bitterly.
"Don't be silly!" she said sharply.

"What should I want to do a thing like that for?
Is your father in ?" "No; he isn't," said James Hutchings sulkily, but his eyes gazed at her hungrily.
He showed no intention of inviting her to enter.

Therefore she pushed past him, walked across the kitchen, sat down in the window-seat, and surveyed him.
He shut the door, turned, and gazed at her, scowling uncertainly.
Then she said gently: "You're looking very poorly, Jim." "I didn't think you'd be the one to tell of my being in the Castle that night!" he cried bitterly.
"It wasn't me," she said quietly.