I have come over here to talk to you quietly and sensibly about the future.

Of course if you--" "What have you to do with my future ?" she thrust in fiercely.

She would have given all she had to be calm at that moment, but calmness was beyond her.

Though her fear had utterly departed, she was quivering with indignation from head to foot.
Hunt-Goring kept his face turned downwards towards the swirl of water that leaped by them.

He was quite plainly prepared for the question.
"Since you ask me," he responded coolly, "I should say--a good deal." "In what way ?" she demanded.
She could see that he was still smiling--that maddening, perpetual smile, and she thought that her sheer abhorrence of the man would choke her.