Even her lips were pale.

But she was not embarrassed.

Her eyes were clear and unafraid now, and in the poise of her head and body was a sureness of purpose that staggered him.

A feeling of anger, almost of personal resentment, began to possess him as he waited for her to speak.

This, at last, was the cost of his courtesies to her, The advantage she was taking of him was an indignity and an outrage, and his mind flashed to the suspicion that Rossland was standing just outside the door.
In another moment he would have brushed her aside and opened it, but her quiet face held him.