He came in, whistling carelessly, and she glanced instinctively at Guy.

That sound had always made her think of him.
Had he forgotten how to whistle also, she wondered?
She expected awkwardness, constraint; but Burke surprised her by his ease of manner.

Above all, she noticed that he was by no means kind to Guy.

He treated him with a curt friendliness from which all trace of patronage was wholly absent.

His attitude was rather that of brother than host, she reflected.