Then he went out, and closed the door with altogether unnecessary vigor.
She turned and looked after him.
"What a great bear he is, Armand," she said, with a confidential air.
I stiffened. "You wished to see me, Mrs. Spencer," I said.
She laughed. "Still denying me, are you?" she rippled—"And even in your own private office!"
I looked at her, in silence.
"Please don't trouble to offer me a chair, dear," she went on; "this one looks comfortable,"—then calmly seated herself, and began to draw off her gloves.
The cool assurance of the woman was so absurd I had to smile.
"I fancy it would be quite superfluous to offer you anything that chanced to be within your reach," I said.
"Certainly, dear, when, at the same time, it chances to be my husband's," she answered, and fell to smoothing out her gloves.