She could not mistake my seriousness. “Why?” in surprise.
“I won’t have her unhappy over that trifling incident. She is too sensitive,—she misunderstood. I must see her, lad.” I started for the door.
“Choseph!” came breathlessly. “Don’t!”
I turned.
“Don’t look at me that way!” she exclaimed in genuine alarm. Christopher was moving round toward the door for which I had started.
“What way?”
“As though—as though you’d break down doors and kill anybody that stood in your way!”
“I want to see Lentala.”
“You can’t! She—she’s undressed. I’ll tell her. She’ll be satisfied.”
“Will you, lad? Thank you.”