"What right have you to stalk me, as you call it--to follow me--to speak to me even?
I wish to avoid you--and I have shown it!" Roger looked at her.

He had thrown down his hat, and she saw him against the background of sunny wood, as the magnificent embodiment of its youth and force.

"And why have you shown it ?" There was a warning tremor of excitement in his voice.

"What have I done?
I haven't deserved it! You treat me like--like a friend!--and then you drop me like a hot coal.
You've been awfully unkind to me!" "I won't discuss it with you," she cried passionately.

"You are in my way, Mr.Barnes.Let me go back to the others!" And stretching out a small hand, she tried to put him aside.
Roger hesitated, but only for a moment.