There was a hurrying of light feet in the corridor outside, a swift, peremptory knocking upon the door.

The same woman's voice called in rather a shrill note through the panels! "Harry! Why don't you come?
We are waiting for you." And in the sound of the voice there was not merely impatience, but a note of ownership--very clear and definite; and hearing it Luttrell hardened.

He stood up straight.

He had the aspect of a man in revolt..