"Now for my other business—my real business," said she, disposing herself in one of the window seats. "You may continue to stand, if you prefer; but it would please me better if you sat."
He seated himself stiffly at the table desk. Her eyes were dancing with amusement at his overelaborated formality. It made him seem such a boy, made her feel vastly wiser and stronger and older than he.
"Why didn't you come to breakfast?" she inquired in a most businesslike tone.
"I made up my mind not to see you again until Vaughan returned."
"And then, to go away?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I prefer not to answer that."
"Why not?"
"It's true Vaughan and I are not exactly friends. Still, I've been disloyal. I shall be so no more."