'Are you aware,' he said, 'that this is my house?'
'Oh Everard——' she said at that, with a movement of despair.
'Are you aware,' he continued, 'that you are talking to a husband of his wife?'
Miss Entwhistle said nothing, but leaning her head on her hand looked at the fire.
'Are you aware that you thrust yourself into my house uninvited directly my back was turned, and have been living in it, and would have gone on indefinitely living in it, without any sanction from me unless I had come down, as I did come down, on purpose to put an end to such an outrageous state of affairs?'
'Of course,' she said, 'that is one way of describing it.'
'It is the way of every reasonable and decent person,' said Wemyss.
'Oh no,' said Miss Entwhistle. 'That is precisely what it isn't. But,' she added, getting up from the chair and holding out her hand, 'it is your way, and so I think, Everard, I'll say good-night. And good-bye too, for I don't expect I'll see you in the morning.'
'One would suppose,' he said, taking no notice of her proffered hand, for he hadn't nearly done, 'from your tone that this was your house and I was your servant.'
'I assure you I could never imagine it to be my house or you my servant.'