He did not see them, and a shade of irritation swept Walderhurst's face.
"He seems to feel very much at home," he commented.
Then he was silent for a space during which he did not look pleased.
"If he were my son," he said, "it would be a different matter.

If Audrey's child had lived--" He stopped and gave the tall mare a light cut with his whip.

He was evidently annoyed with himself for having spoken.
A hot wave of colour submerged Emily.

She felt it rush over her whole body.

She turned her face away, hoping Walderhurst would not observe her.