She came back to the door of the boudoir.
"Edwin."
"Hello!"
"One moment."
He came into the boudoir, wiping the rain off his face.
"Shut the door, will you?"
Her earnest, self-conscious tone stirred into activity the dormant secret antagonisms that seemed ever to lie between them. She saw them animating his eyes, stiffening his pose.
Pointing to the cup and saucer on the desk, Edwin said, critically:
"That all you've had?"
"Can you let me have ten pounds?" she asked bluntly, ignoring his implication that in the matter of nourishment she had not behaved sensibly.