Where are the glasses that until now hid his eyes?
Where is that old, old coat?
"Yes." Yes, the professor certainly and as disagreeable as possible.
His eyes are still aflame; but Perpetua is not afraid of him.

She is angry with him, in a measure, but not afraid.

One _might_ be afraid of Sir Hastings, but of Mr.Curzon, no! The professor had seen the glad rush of the girl towards him, and a terrible pang of delight had run through all his veins--to be followed by a reaction.

She had come to him because she _wanted_ him, because he might be of use to her, not because-- What had Hastings been saying to her?
His wrathful eyes are on his brother rather than on her when he says: "You are tired ?" "Yes," says Perpetua.
"Shall I take you to Gwendoline ?" "Yes," says Perpetua again.
"Miss Wynter is in my care at present," says Sir Hastings, coming indolently forward.

"Shall I take you to Lady Baring ?" asks he, addressing Perpetua with a suave smile.
"She will come with me," says the professor, with cold decision.
"A command!" says Sir Hastings, laughing lightly.