He was showing her that, as far as he was concerned, she was a person of not the slightest consequence, treating her like an inquisitive child.

Their recent conversation, during which his mantle of reserve had slipped a little aside, the music they had shared, when for a brief time they had walked together in the pleasant paths of mutual understanding, all seemed to have receded an immense distance away.

As she took her place in the car, she could almost have believed that the incidents of the afternoon were a dream, and nothing more.
Trent sat silently beside her, his attention apparently concentrated on the driving of the car.

Once he asked her if she were warm enough, and, upon her replying in the affirmative, lapsed again into silence.
Gaining security from his abstraction, Sara ventured to steal a side-glance at his face.

It was a curiously contradictory face, hard and bitter-looking, yet the reckless mouth curved sensitively at the corners, and the tolerant, humorous lines about the eyes seemed to combat the impression of almost brutal force conveyed by the frowning brows and square, dominant chin.
Always acutely sensible of temperament, Sara felt as though the man beside her might be capable of any extreme of action.