Suddenly she felt angry with him because his eyes did not seem to see the dreadful change in her appearance.
“Don’t you think I want a saviour too?” she exclaimed.
“I don’t think about you,” he said with a sort of deliberate brutality. “I think about myself. Men generally do when they come to women.”
“Or go away from them,” she said.
She was thinking of Robin then, and Fritz.
“Did you know Robin Pierce was here to-day?” she asked.
“Yes. I saw him leave you.”
“You saw—but how long have you been watching?”
“A long time.”
“Where do you come from?”