But he wasn't easy to soothe.
"And then," he grumbled on, "you have so little sense that you want to run straight off to Terence and explain to him what Tremayne was doing here.

You might at least have the grace to wait until I am off the premises, and give me the mercy of a start before you set the dogs on my trail." "Oh, Dick, Dick, you are so cruel!" she protested.

"How can you say such things to me, whose only thought is for you, to save you." "Then don't talk any more about telling Terence," he replied.
"I won't, Dick.

I won't." She drew him down beside her on the ottoman and her fingers smoothed his rather tumbled red hair, just as her words attempted to smooth the ruffles in his spirit.

"You know I didn't realise, or I should not have thought of it even.