“Something in the glare of his eyes stopped you,” I said. “I have always heard that the human eye possesses remarkable power.”
“There was something in his eye,” said Lalage, “but not that.”
“It stopped you though, whatever it was.”
“No, it didn’t. I wish it had. I might have cleared out at once if it had.”
“If it wasn’t a glare, what was it? I can’t imagine a better opportunity for mentioning Miss Battersby.”
“He didn’t give me time.”
“Do you mean to say he pushed you out of the room?”
“No.”
“Did he swear? I once heard of an Archdeacon swearing under great provocation.”
“No.”