“You seem to have a faculty for intrusion,” he remarked drily.
Sara's eyes flashed.
“And you, a fancy for solitude,” she retorted.
“Exactly.” He bowed ironically. “Perhaps you would oblige me by considering it?” And he drew politely aside as though to let her pass out in front of him.
Sara cast a dismayed glance at the rain, which was still descending in torrents. Then she turned to him indignantly.
“Do you mean that you're going to insist on my starting out in this storm?” she demanded.
“Don't you know that you've no right to be here at all—that you're trespassing?” he parried coolly.
“Of course I know it! But I didn't expect that any one in the world would object to my trespassing in the circumstances!”
“You must not judge me by other people,” he replied composedly. “I am not—like them.”
“You're not, indeed,” agreed Sara warmly.