He was not suspicious, but this made him afraid—he felt as if something had struck him.
“Did Stephen Kent dare to hurt you. If so, it’s my fault—I introduced you to him.”
“Oh, Mr. Glenn, let it go, but nothing would induce me to go with him again.” She felt the color go out of her face as she became conscious of his fixed gaze.
“Where has your frankness and freedom gone?” He drew her toward him and compelled her to meet his eyes.
His voice was full of power.
“You must tell me what Stephen Kent has done.”
“You like him; I am afraid you will be angry, disappointed.” She made no effort to free herself.
He could not draw a confession from her as he sat some minutes waiting. “Have you that little confidence in my friendship?”
“I don’t want to make you feel that you have not the friendship of that man.”
“Then you know that I haven’t.”