Through narrowed lids she watched him, sitting very still, needle poised just as she had drawn it through. On his young face was an expression of firm decision that she had not before seen there. He looked oddly, now, like his father. There was, apparently, a trace of the Kane iron in him. The situation was of wholly accidental origin; he couldn't have planned it; his first expression, out in the corridor, had been of startled surprise; the decision to step within must have been instant; yet now, suddenly, he meant business. She caught all that.... Here, after all, was a young man who presented difficulties.
“Take off those pearls,” said he quietly.
“You are in my room,” said she as quietly.
“I shall take the pearls when I go.”
“You'll have my life to answer for.”
“Your life is nothing to me.”
“Your own life is.”
“Never mind about that.”
“I've warned you fairly.”
“Stand up.”