She was losing her self-control and knew it. She was angry with herself as well as with him, but she could not regain her self-possession.
“Why not?” he said, still very gently. “What is the harm? Are we doing wrong? I cannot see it. I say again, I had no time to shut the door.”
“Did she see me?”
“Really I do not know.”
He shut the sitting-room door.
“I hope,” he said, “that you are not ashamed to be acquainted with me.”
His voice sounded hurt, and now an expression of acute vexation had come into his face.
“Really after what has happened with Dick Garstin to-day I—”
His face now had an expression almost of pain.
“I am really not canaille,” he said. “I am not accustomed to be thought of and treated as if I were canaille.”