"Now, Mrs. Kerr, I'm to see you well on your way home."
She looked from one to the other, at Julia tall and flaming, and Desmond diffusing a kind of electricity.
"I believe you two have been quarrelling; I ought not to have left you alone."
"We have been quarrelling frightfully. Miss Winter is never going to allow me here again."
"Glad you realise that," said Julia frostily.
He went out into the hall goodhumouredly to find his coat and hat, and Marie's umbrella, while the two women kissed good-bye. The fold of kimono that covered Julia's bosom heaved rapidly and her eyes were very bright. She would not offer Rokeby her hand, but went to the front door with her arm round Marie's waist.
They looked back to wave at her before they ran downstairs; she looked very tall and brilliant as she stood in her doorway, her head held high, and her mouth tightly set, and when the door had shut upon her, Marie wondered aloud:
"What can have happened to annoy her so?"
"I've done it," said Rokeby, "but don't worry over it. These things adjust themselves, and nothing matters at the moment, anyway, but seeing you safely home."
"You can't come right out to Hampstead."