The Guy of old days, impetuous, hot-tempered even, had never been that.
She stood before him, controlling her rising agitation with a great effort.

"Why do you look at me like that ?" she said.

"I feel--you make me feel--as if--you are a total stranger!" His face changed a little, but still she could not read his look.
"Sit down!" he said.

"We must have a talk." She put out her hand to him.

The aloofness of his speech cut her with an anguish intolerable.