Then he bent his knee to the sill of the door and kissed her fingers, and was gone.
No one ever resented Mr.Bellingham's familiarity, for it was rare and honest of its kind.

Besides, he was old enough to be her grandfather, in spite of his pretty speeches and his graceful actions.
Margaret passed a sleepless night.

Her anger with Mr.Barker had not been so much the mere result of the words he had spoken, though she would have resented his sneer about Claudius sharply enough under any circumstances.

It was rather that to her keen intelligence, rendered still more acute by her love for the Doctor, the whole scene constituted a revelation.

By that wonderful instinct which guides women in the most critical moments of their lives, she saw at last the meaning of Barker's doings, of his silence concerning Claudius, and of his coolness with the latter before he had got rid of him.