We mean business, and don't you forget it!" Martha turned squarely upon him--was about to speak--changed her mind--and drawing up a chair, settled down upon it.
"You're a nice young man, you are!" she exclaimed, scornfully.

"A very nice young man! And you think that poor child is a thief, do you?
Do you know who she is and what she's suffered?
If I could tell you, you'd never get over it, you'd be that ashamed!" She was not afraid of him; her army hospital experience had thrown her with too many kinds of men.

What filled her with alarm was his reference to Lady Barbara.

But for this uncertainty, and the possible consequences of such a procedure, she would have thrown open her door and ordered him out as she had done Dalton.

Then, seeing that Pickert still maintained his attitude--that of a setter-dog with the bird in the line of his nose--she added testily: "Don't stand there staring at me.