Careless to conceal the unfavorable impression that she had produced on him, Alban answered roughly, "Straight on," and tried to pass her.
She stopped him with a peremptory gesture.

"I have treated you politely," she said, "and how do you treat me in return?
Well! I am not surprised.

Men are all brutes by nature--and you are a man.

'Straight on' ?" she repeated contemptuously; "I should like to know how far that helps a person in a strange place.

Perhaps you know no more where Miss Ladd's school is than I do?
or, perhaps, you don't care to take the trouble of addressing me?
Just what I should have expected from a person of your sex! Good-morning." Alban felt the reproof; she had appealed to his most readily-impressible sense--his sense of humor.