On the instant her chin went haughtily in the air and there was a dangerous sparkle in her eyes as she replied:
“You are presumptuous, Mr. Sprudell. Your manner is offensive—very.”
He ignored her resentment and laid his hand none too gently upon her arm, as though he would have turned her forcibly toward the door. The action, the familiarity it implied, incensed her.
“Take your hand away,” Helen said quietly but tensely.
“I tell you not to talk to him!” But he obeyed.
“I intend to hear what Mr. Burt has to say.”
“You mean that?”
“I do.”
“Then you’ll listen alone,” he threatened. “You can get home the best you can.”