He strode a step or two and stood in front of her with his hands on her shoulders.
"I've never spoken to your father in that way about you.Never.Not a word has passed my lips about my caring for you.

On my word of honour.
On Tuesday night I left your father's house never to go there again.

I told him so." She writhed out of his grasp and spread the palms of her hands against him.

"Please don't," she said, and seeing that she stood her ground, he made no further attempt to touch her.

The austerity of her grey nurse's uniform gave a touch of pathos to her childish, blue-eyed comeliness and her pretty attitude of defiance.
"I suppose," she said, "he was too pro-German even for you." He looked at her for a long time disconcertingly: so disconcertingly and with so much pain and mysterious hesitation in his eyes as to set even Phyllis's simple mind a-wondering and to make her emphasize it, in her report of the matter to Betty, as extraordinary and frightening.