"Go away!" said Pen.
"Oh, all right! All right!" he cried violently.
She heard him leap down by the boxes. Looking through the narrow pane beside the door, she saw him run along the drive brandishing his clenched fists over his head.
Pen went up-stairs. A sudden weakness overcame her, and she could scarcely drag one foot after the other. As she reached the upper landing a door opened and her father came out, carrying a candle. She had to assume some semblance of self-possession.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothing, Dad."
"I thought I heard a little commotion down-stairs. It wakened me."
"Only the closing of the front door. You must have been dreaming."
"Who brought you home?"
"Mr. Riever."