What right had he to intrude his personal history upon her ?--least of all this ugly and unsavoury development of it?
Pride spoke again, and self-respect.

If it humiliated him to feel himself in Delaine's power, he must bear it.

The only other alternatives were either to cut himself off at once from his English friends--that, of course, was what Delaine wished--or to appeal to Lady Merton's sympathy and pity.

Well, he would do neither--and Delaine might go hang! Mrs.Ginnell, with her apron over her head to shield her from a blazing sun, appeared at the corner of the house.
"You're wanted, sir!" Her tone was sulky.
"Anything wrong ?" Anderson turned apprehensively.
"Nothing more than 'is temper, sir.

He won't let yer rest, do what you will for 'im." Anderson went into the house.