Old Anthony had a small jagged vein down the center of his forehead, and in anger or his rare excitements it stood out like a scar. Lily saw it now, but his voice was quiet enough.
“I consider it vitally important to the country to continue its social life as before the war.”
“You mean, to show we are not frightened?”
“Frightened! Good God, nobody's frightened. It will take more than a handful of demagogues to upset this government. Which brings me to a subject you insist on reopening, by your conduct. I have reason to believe that you are still going to that man's house.”
He never called Doyle by name if he could avoid it.
“I have been there several times.”
“After you were forbidden?”
His tone roused every particle of antagonism in her. She flushed.
“Perhaps because I was forbidden,” she said, slowly. “Hasn't it occurred to you that I may consider your attitude very unjust?”
If she looked for an outburst from him it did not come. He stood for a moment, deep in thought.