He moved back to a more respectful distance.

She awoke without alarm.

For an instant she lay looking at him as calmly as a babe in its crib.
Then in a flash recollection returned, and she sprang to a sitting position, both hands, womanlike, flying to her hair.

She eyed him with a certain discomposure.

It was as if she felt that she ought to be furiously angry, and was somewhat dismayed because it did not come.
"What do you want ?" she asked coldly.
In her cold eye Ambrose was conscious of a wall between them more impenetrable than granite.