"Well?" asked Ronnie, turning with a scowl.
François was ill at ease.
"Tomorrow my brother is coming from Interlaken, may I have an evening for myself, M'sieur?"
Ronald was angry for many reasons: he was not in the mood to grant favors.
"You have Sundays and you have your holidays. That's enough," he said.
François went out crestfallen.
"I suppose you think I'm unkind," said Ronnie with a laugh, as he helped take off her coat. "But if you give that sort of people an inch, they'll take the earth."
He dropped his hands upon her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"It is lovely to have you here. You're two hours too soon—"
"Am I?" she asked in alarm. "I was so upset last night that I don't know what you said."