"And you really need me to point out how prettily those turtles were befooling you ?" "Indeed, no; it was not that." He struck the table impatiently with the paper-knife.
"My dear woman, do exert some common sense! What in the name of wonder could the fellow have to discuss with you at that hour?
Your pardon if, finding no apparent limits to your innocence, I assume it to be illimitable, and point out that he would scarcely break bounds and play Romeo beneath the window of a middle-aged lady for the purpose of discussing water-colours with her, or the exploits of Vespasian." The taunt brought red to Dorothea's cheeks, and stung her into courage.
"He came to see me," she persisted.

Her voice dropped a little.

"I had come to feel a regard for M.Raoul; and he--" She could not go on.

Her eyes met her brother's for a moment, then fell before them.
What she expected she could not tell.

Certainly she did not expect what happened, and his sudden laughter smote her like a whip.