This time she did not even give him the title of “honorable sir.”
“I wanted to see you,” he said, truthfully.
“You come like a thief,” she said. “Is that the custom of the barbarian?”
“I beg your pardon, but really—the fact is—I hoped this way to avoid an encounter with your servant.”
She made a scornful movement towards the house, but he sprang before her and barred her passage.
“See here—Miss Lorrimer—I hope you will listen to me. I know I seem to have acted atrociously, but really—”
“Have you some business to speak to my honorable mother?” she inquired, boldly.
“No—I confess I have not—but I wanted—to become acquainted with you.”
After that an uncomfortable pause ensued. The girl appeared to be turning the matter over in her mind. Then she said:
“Why do you wish make acquaintance with me?”