“You might have caught me, Mr. Jeffray.”
This time Richard colored.
“How are they treating you in Pevensel?” he made haste to ask.
“Treating me?”
“Yes.”
“I am glad of your pistols.”
Her expression changed suddenly from frankness to rebellion. Jeffray, who was studying her with a secret sense of delight, marked the hardening of her red mouth, the gleam in her fierce, far-sighted eyes. He had forgotten Miss Jilian completely for the moment, and the delicate and highly civilized sentiments that had made him throw his liberty at her feet.
“Tell me what your trouble is,” he asked her.
“They are for marrying me to Dan.”
“What!”