Her shot told better than his. "We will not continue the conversation," he said shortly.
"As you please, Fox."
He stepped to the fireplace, gave the bottle of flies a violent shake, looked at Charlotte as if he would have liked to serve her the same, and then resumed his place by the window, and drummed upon a pane.
"Mr. Dixon's visit here was a presumption. How dare he intrude himself into this house?"
"Settle it when he calls again," said Charlotte. "He came to see you upon some business or other."
"Which you insist upon concealing from me."
"Indeed I do not. I cannot tell you what I do not know."
"At three o'clock, you say?"
"Yes, at three o'clock."
"I will consider whether he shall be admitted. Don't move, Charlotte."