“I am sorry to have disturbed you,” said Gault smoothly. His eyes swept around the room, taking everything in. It was not that he expected to find anyone there; he was merely trying to discover what secret source of support Loseis had found. He gave her a hard look as much as to say: What are you sleeping in the morning for?
Loseis, having had time to prepare, was fully mistress of herself. “Last night I was too angry to sleep,” she said coolly.
“Hum!” said Gault, rubbing his lip. “That is what I came to talk to you about.”
Loseis held herself in polite readiness to hear what he had to say.
“We mustn’t quarrel,” said Gault. He buttered his harsh voice; but his eyes were still boring into the girl.
“I don’t wish to quarrel,” said Loseis mildly. “But when you tell me you are going to banish me from my own home . . .”
“You refuse to co-operate with me,” said Gault, spreading out his hands.
“You don’t give me a chance,” said Loseis. Inwardly she was quaking dangerously with laughter. If he knew what was under the bed!
“You are so young!” said Gault deprecatingly.
“However young I am,” said Loseis, “what is mine, is mine!”