"I am sure when you tell him the curtains were torn, and the chair upset, the window open and--" But Mr.Gryce was already on the stairs with Mr.Blake, whom this small opposition seemed to have at once determined.
"O my God!" she murmured to herself, "who could have foreseen this." And ignoring my presence with all the egotism of extreme agitation, she hurried past me to the room above, where I speedily joined her..