It began to seem to her a piece of forwardness.
'Well, you're very kind'-- he said, rather formally--'But I'm afraid it won't do.

That lady there won't pass it.' 'What have I said ?'--cried Mrs.Burgoyne, protesting.
Manisty laughed.

'Nothing.

But you'll agree with me.' Then he gathered up his papers under his arm in a ruthless confusion, and walked away into his study, leaving discomfort behind him.
Mrs.Burgoyne sat silent, a little tired and pale.

She too would have liked to praise and to give pleasure.