“Why should I take the trouble to come here and say it, if I didn’t mean it?” he asked.
“Oh, I don’t know—I don’t know!”
He stepped to the door, expecting her to follow him, but she did not.
“Aren’t you coming?” he asked. “What’s the trouble now? You complained because I held you and Stevens, after you were brought here. Now what is it?”
Though he tried hard, he could not keep the irritation out of his voice.
“I—I don’t think I’ll go until after I’ve seen Mrs. McGee.”
“Well, Mrs. McGee is just beyond here. You can see her as we pass out.”
She saw his eagerness. Why should he be eager to have her leave that room? Again that warning, which she felt and could not understand, came to her; and again it was like a barrier.
“No,” she said; “I must see Mrs. McGee before I go with you.”
He did not want her to see Mrs. McGee.