Quentin gave her to understand with a gesture that he preferred to remain standing.
“Have you been so very busy?” asked the girl.
“No; I’ve had nothing to do,” answered Quentin gruffly. “I’ve spent my time being furious these days.”
“Furious! At what?” said she with a certain smiling coquetry.
“At you.”
“At me?”
“Yes. Will you let me speak to you alone a minute?”
“You may speak here, before my nurse. She will defend me in case you accuse me of anything.”
“Accuse you? No, not that.”
“Well, then, why were you so furious?”