She stopped me, however, by putting her fingers in her ears at the first words I uttered, and then lying down on the mat with her face against the flags; nor could either Warren or the cook root her from that position: she was allowed to lie, therefore, till she chose to rise of her own accord.
Graham forgot his impatience the same evening, and would have accosted her as usual when his friends were gone, but she wrenched herself from his hand; her eye quite flashed; she would not bid him good-night; she would not look in his face.

The next day he treated her with indifference, and she grew like a bit of marble.

The day after, he teased her to know what was the matter; her lips would not unclose.

Of course he could not feel real anger on his side: the match was too unequal in every way; he tried soothing and coaxing.

"Why was she so angry?
What had he done ?" By-and-by tears answered him; he petted her, and they were friends.