Everet is silent a moment, then lays his hand on her arm. His touch is delicate. There is a subtle tenderness about it.
She suddenly starts, and turns ghastly. She looks up at him with something like fright and appeal in her face, and he does not comprehend the look. She flings his hand away with a fierce movement.
Everet steps back. He looks at her now flushed face in astonishment. She says hoarsely:
"Never do that again. Do you hear? Never touch me again!"
Everet feels that there is a little injustice in her tone. He has been a constant visitor at this house for weeks. He has done no more than any acquaintance, who knew her more than slightly, might have done under the circumstances. He steps back, and says coldly:
"I beg your pardon," and turns toward the door.
The necessity of the occasion comes to her quickly. He must not go in this way—what would Braine say.
She calls: "Chester." She has never used Everet's first name before.
He turns swiftly and stands regarding her. There is eagerness in his face.
She drops her eyes. She holds out her hand and says: