"I don't believe--" "Well--" he ejaculated impatiently, as though anxious for her to speak that he might shatter any suggestion she made.

Before she came he had sharply vizualized his meeting with Marian and the Willings.

He was impatient for the encounter, and if Sylvia projected herself in the path of his righteous anger, she must suffer the consequences.
"If I were you I shouldn't go to Chicago," said Sylvia calmly.

"I think your going for Marian would only make a disagreeable situation worse.
The Willings may not be desirable companions for her, but she has been their guest, and the motor run to Chicago was only an incident of the visit.

We ought to be grateful that Marian wasn't hurt." "Oh, you think so! You don't know that her mother had written for her to come home, and that I had telegraphed her." "When did you telegraph her ?" asked Sylvia, standing her ground.
"Yesterday; yesterday morning, in care of Willing at his farm address." "Then of course she didn't get your message; she couldn't have had it if the accident happened in time for this morning's Chicago papers.