She then stood.

He rose also; and as he moved to the door--he had not offered to shake hands with her--he said: 'I should like to see, Miss Norman.' 'I am afraid you will have to wait.' 'Why ?' 'She is over at Heply Regis.

She went there for Lady Heply's ball, and will remain for a few days.

Good afternoon!' The tone in which the last two words were spoken seemed in his ears like the crow of the victor after a cock-fight.
As he was going out of the room a thought struck her.

She felt he deserved some punishment for his personal rudeness to her.