She hated him, longed to pour out denunciations, to tell him just what she thought of him.

She felt a contempt for herself deeper than her revulsion against him.

In silence she let him hurry her along to a car; she scarcely heard what he was saying--his tactless, angry outburst against himself and her for his tardiness at that important appointment.

She dropped into the seat with a gasp of relief.

She felt she must--for form's sake--merely for form's sake--glance out of the window for the farewell he would be certain to expect; she must do her part, now that she had committed herself.