"Still unrepentant, I fear," he said.
Avery, with the child gathered closely to her, looked across at him with wide, accusing eyes.
"She is frightened and upset," she said.

"It is not fair to judge her in this condition." Mr.Lorimer's eyes gleamed back malignantly.

He made her an icy bow.

"In that case, Mrs.Denys," he said, "she had better go to bed and stay there until her condition has improved." Avery compressed her lips tightly, and made no rejoinder.
The Reverend Stephen compressed his, and after a definite pause of most unpleasant tension, he uttered a deep sigh and withdrew.
"I know he means to do it again!" sobbed Grade.

"I know he does!" "He shall not!" said Avery.
And with the words she put the child from her, rose, and with great determination walked out of the room.
Mr.Lorimer had scarcely settled himself in what he called his "chair of ease" in the study when her low knock reached him, and she entered.