Without hesitation she gave her feelings the rein.
"Do you consider that I am not to be trusted ?" she asked him sharply.
"I beg your pardon ?" There was a note of surprised interrogation in his voice.

She did not look at him, but she knew that his eyebrows were raised, and a faint--quite a faint--sense of misgiving stole over her.
"I asked if you thought me untrustworthy," she asked.
"Oh!" He relapsed into silence again, and she became exasperated.
"Why don't you answer me ?" she said, with quick impatience.
He turned his head deliberately and looked at her; and again she tingled with an apprehension which no previous word or action of his had ever justified.
"Unprofitable questions," he said coolly, "like ill-timed jests, are better left alone." It was the first intentional snub he had ever administered to her, and she quivered under it, furious but impotent.

All the evening's enjoyment had gone out of her.

She was conscious only of a desire to strike back and wound him as he had wounded her.
She did not utter another word during the drive, and when they reached their bungalow--the daintiest and most luxurious in the station--she alighted without touching the hand he offered her.
Refreshments awaited them in the dining-room, and the bride swept in and helped herself, suffering her cloak to fall from her shoulders.

He picked it up and threw it over a chair.