Perhaps she could not master her worser self alone.

Anyhow, it was impossible there in her own stronghold, with Simon looking on.

They were too civilized or not civilized enough.
Ambrose merely bowed to her and led the way out of the room and out of the house.
"Thank God, that is over!" he murmured outside.
Crossing the square, they entered the store.

It was the first time Ambrose had been inside that famous show-place of the north, but he had no eyes for it now.

Gordon Strange welcomed them with smiling heartiness.
"Come in! Come in!" he cried, leading the way into the rear office.
"Sit down! Have a cigar!" The scowling Ambrose stared as if he thought the man demented.