She remained there in thought for nearly twenty minutes, subconsciously aware that the murmur of those two voices went on almost without intermission the while.
The noise as of heavily-nailed boots galloping up the uncarpeted stairs came to distract her, and the little boy whom she had seen earlier in the afternoon burst into the room.
"Were you looking for me?" Lady Rossiter enquired rather severely.
"Mr. Fuller axed me if you were here still."
"It's almost time for my car to call for me," Edna said with dignity. "I am just coming down."
She had entirely regained her usual poise, and faced Fairfax Fuller, who stood at the open door of his room, obviously awaiting her, with perfect composure.
The Supervisor looked very much heated, but spoke with grim formality.
"I must apologise for the expression I used to you just now, Lady Rossiter."
Edna looked at him for a moment, and then let the wide charity of her slowly-dawning smile envelop his very patent anger and confusion.
"But that's quite enough! Perhaps we both grew rather excited; but after all, the best of friends must have their little quarrels. I am more than ready to forget."