Authority--that was her husband's profession.

But just for this hour, as she thought of Stella Ballantyne, lawlessness shone out to her desirable as a star.
"No, she has never once mentioned your name, Mr.Thresk." Again Thresk was conscious of the little pulse of resentment beating at his heart.
"She has no doubt forgotten me." Mrs.Repton shook her head.
"That's one explanation.

There might be another." "What is it ?" "That she remembers you too much." Mrs.Repton was a little startled by her own audacity, but it provoked nothing but an incredulous laugh from her companion.
"I am afraid that's not very likely," he said.

There was no hint of elation in his voice nor any annoyance.

If he felt either, why, he was on guard no less than she.