She raised her head and addressed me.
"I am surprised and grieved more than I can tell you at Mr.Fyne's resistance.

We have been always completely at one on every question.

And that we should differ now on a point touching my brother so closely is a most painful surprise to me." Her hand rattled the teaspoon brusquely by an involuntary movement.

"It is intolerable," she added tempestuously--for Mrs.Fyne that is.

I suppose she had nerves of her own like any other woman.
Under the porch where Fyne had sought refuge with the dog there was silence.