She had suggested so much--sometimes by her knowledge, sometimes by her ignorance.

And always so modest--so teachable--so docile.
_Docile_?
The word passing through his mind again, as it had in the morning, roused in him mingled laughter and uneasiness.

For outside their classical work together, nothing indeed could be less docile than Miss Bremerton.

How she had withstood him in the matter of the codicil! He could see her still, as she stood there with her hands behind her, defying him.

And that morning also, when she had spoken her mind on the project of the gates.
Well, now, he had to go in and tell her that the deed was done, and the park was closed.
He crept round to a side door, nervous lest she should perceive him from the library, and made Forest get him some lunch.