She felt that they were talking about her.

She would not listen, and returned to spread the table for their evening meal; whilst doing so, Owen made his appearance.
'Gladys,' he said, 'shake hands with me, and forgive me for causing you pain.

I hope it will be the first and last time.' Gladys held out her hand, saying 'Oh, Mr Owen, I have nothing to forgive, I am only very sorry'' As Owen held her hand, in stalked Mr Prothero, followed by his wife.

He was not looking very well pleased when he entered, but finding them together, his dark frowning brow became still darker.
'Good-night, mother,' said Owen, 'I don't want any supper.

Good-night, father,' he added with a strong effort, but receiving no response, he left the room.
Gladys longed to follow his example, but feared it would not be right.
'Gladys, I fear you are not well,' said Mrs Prothero gravely, but kindly, 'perhaps you would like to go to bed.' 'Thank you, ma'am,' said Gladys, glancing furtively at her mistress, whose gentle face looked perplexed and anxious.
'Good-night, then,' said Mrs Prothero.
Gladys could not speak, for there was something constrained in the manners of her dear mistress, that she could not bear to see.