"Sir, your whole attitude is one of unjustified distrust. I love my friends—if I hate my enemies. Miss Nance is far safer in my house than if she were at Stonehanger."
Durrell blinked self-consciously under frowning eyebrows.
"I wish to take you at your word, De Rothan."
"Follow your inclinations, my good friend. Miss Nance, are you afraid to follow me into my own house?"
She looked at him steadily, feeling that it was necessary that she should show no fear.
"No."
"That is good. Come."
She was struck by the intent, shrewd, but half-mocking look he gave her.
[XXXIV]
De Rothan led Nance to the attic story of the Brick House, talking all the while with a gay and railing vivacity that sharpened the edge of her feeling of suspense.