With every thought centered in Mr. Ewart at that moment, and comprehending as I did the logical result of Mrs. Macleod's leaving the manor and all that it would mean to me, I did not realize what impression my impulsive words might make on her son. In the silence that followed my protest, I had time to realize what I had said.
"I did n't for a moment suppose you felt like this, Marcia."
In a flash I understood the twist in his interpretation of my words and feeling.
"You don't understand—" I began vehemently, then found myself hesitating like a schoolgirl who does not know her lesson. I was ashamed of myself, for Jamie was on the wrong track and must be put right at all costs.
"I think I do." He spoke gently, almost pityingly as it seemed to me then. I boiled inwardly.
"No, you don't; but there 's no time to explain now—I hear the bells—"
"You have good ears; I don't."
"They 're coming! Where 's Mrs. Macleod?"
"Well, they 're not returning from an ocean voyage, even if they are coming; there is no need to run up the Union Jack— Hold on a minute!" He barred the door again with his long arms.
"Let me out—they 're at the door—"