Barnes stood silent, breathing heavily and leaning on the back of a chair. The western light from a side window struck full on him. But Daphne, the wave of excitement spent, was not looking at him. She had fallen upon a sofa, her face was in her hands.
"What do you want with me?" said Roger at last. Then, in a sudden heat, "By God, I never wished to see you again!"
Daphne's muffled voice came through her fingers.
"I know that. You needn't tell me so!"
Roger turned away.
"You'll admit it's an intrusion?" he said fiercely. "I don't see what you and I have got to do with each other now."
Daphne struggled for self-control. After all, she had always managed him in the old days. She would manage him now.
"Roger—I—I didn't come to discuss the past. That's done with. But—I heard things about you—that——"
"You didn't like?" he laughed. "I'm sorry, but I don't see what you have to do with them."