I don't know what she said, what I said, what she did or I.I have an idea that we conversed for some minutes.

I remember that she said, at some point, "Go away now; I want to talk to Mr.Gurnard." As a matter of fact, Gurnard was making toward her--a deliberate, slow progress.

She greeted him with nonchalance, as, beneath eyes, a woman greets a man she knows intimately.

I found myself hating him, thinking that he was not the sort of man she ought to know.
"It's settled ?" she asked him, as he came within range.

He looked at me inquiringly--insolently.