“What for?”
“For risking your life for me this morning. It was splendid.”
She dismissed his thanks with a contemptuous little snap of finger and thumb.
“If that’s all you have to say——”
“That’s all, except good-night, dear.”
Definitely she refused his wistfulness, definitely withdrew into herself and met his appeal icily.
“Good-night.” Her voice rejected flatly the love he offered.
Always he had been chary of embraces with her. To him she was so fine and exquisite that her kisses were a privilege not to be claimed of right. Now he merely hid his hurt with a patient smile.
“I hope you’ll sleep well.”
Her eyes flamed with scorn. She closed the door. He heard the key turn in the lock. Rowan knew that she was locking him out of her heart as well as out of the room.