"Oh, I--I have been--insulted!" she panted.
The straight brows went up a little; the man himself stiffened slightly.
Without further words he moved across to the door into the conservatory and looked through it.

He was in time to see Rufus's great, lounging figure sauntering away in the direction of the wood-yard.
Knight stood a moment or two and watched him, then quietly turned and rejoined the girl.
She was still leaning upon the chair, but she was gradually recovering her self-control.

As he drew near she made a slight movement as if to resume her interrupted flight.

But some other impulse intervened, and she remained where she was.
Knight came up and stood beside her.

"What has he been doing to annoy you ?" he asked.
She made a small, vehement gesture of disgust.