But he restrained himself.
"I shall be with the majority to-night," he said demurely.

"I may as well warn you." Her colour rose.

No other man had ever dared to speak to her with this assurance, this cool scrutinising air.

She told herself to be indignant; the next moment she _was_ indignant, but with herself for remembering conventionalities.
"Tell me one thing," said Wharton, changing his tone wholly.

"I know you went down hurriedly to the village before dinner.