She sat down delicately. She was looking very calm, and her movement was very quiet.
"Well, I'm beginning almost to hate him!" she remarked quietly.
"What do you mean, Charmian?"
"If I tell you are you going to get angry?"
"Why should I get angry?"
"You are looking very fierce."
He altered his expression.
"It's the work," he muttered. "When one grinds as I do one does feel fierce."
"That's why I'm beginning to—well, love Mr. Jernington a little less than I used to. He's almost killing you."
"Jernington!"