His smile exasperated Rose. It was so good-tempered, so sly, so unanswerable.
"You ought to know Jeremy Winter by this time, Rose."
"Thank you. I know a little, and that has always been too much."
"Oh, come now!"
She felt that he was on Winter's side, the man's side, and it angered her.
"You men are all alike. You love old ruffians who tipple and tell bad stories."
"Now, how on earth do you come at that, Miss Benham? Keyholes, eh?"
"Mr. Winter, should I listen to your voice through a keyhole!"
Both men laughed, and Rose stood up. She looked thinner and sharper-featured when she was angry.
"Jasper, tell your man to bring my horses round."