She was somewhat surprised to see Burke take him unceremoniously by the shoulder as he stood before her and march him off the stoep.

Piet himself laughed as if he had said something witty, and there was that in the laugh that sent the colour naming to her cheeks.
She quivered with impotent indignation as she sat.

She wished with all her heart that Burke would kick him down the steps.
The sunset-light faded, and a soft dusk stole up over the wide spaces.

A light breeze cooled her hot face, and after the lapse of a few minutes she began to chide herself for her foolishness.
Probably the man had not meant to be offensive.

She was certain Burke would never permit her to be insulted in his presence.