Then she passed to the window; to hide her emotion? to hide her duplicity? to change the subject? to give Mr. Belcher a glance at her gracefully retreating figure? to show herself, framed by the window, into a picture for the delight of his devouring eyes?
Mr. Belcher followed her. His hand lightly touched her waist, and she struck it down, as if her own were the velvet paw of a lynx.
"You startled me so!" she said.
"Are you always to be startled so easily?"
"Here? yes."
"Everywhere?"
"Yes. Perhaps so."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For the perhaps."