I didn't restrain myself because her fixed stare seemed to express the purpose to daunt me.

I was not afraid of her, but it occurred to me that I was within an ace of drifting into a downright quarrel with a lady and, besides, my guest.

There was the cold teapot, the emptied cups, emblems of hospitality.

It could not be.

I cut short my angry laugh while Mrs.Fyne murmured with a slight movement of her shoulders, "He! Poor man! Oh come.