Miss Banks was standing quite close to him, staring at him with candid interest.
“The trouble with you is,” she said, “that you’re spoiled!”
Paul was hard put to it to find a superior smile.
“Thanks!” he said again. “And now, if there’s nothing more you want done I may as—”
“There’ll be lots more things to-morrow,” she interrupted; “but you’ve had enough, haven’t you?”
This was too much for Paul. He saw by her self-satisfied smile that she fancied she had exploited him and made an idiot of him, and was laughing at him.
“No,” he said, in a calm, reasonable tone. “If you want me to help you, I’ll come again to-morrow.”
Then he went off, scarcely feeling the[Pg 65] cold now, because of the wrath and resentment that burned in him.
III
Paul found Christine just beginning to grow alarmed.