I have nothing to apologise for, Mrs.Tresslyn.This is not the time for apologies.

You may order me to leave your house, but I don't believe you will find any satisfaction in doing so.

You would still know that I have a right to protest against this unspeakable marriage, even though it should mean nothing more to me than the desire to protect a senile old man against the--" "Your grandfather is the last man in the world to be described as senile," she broke in, with a thin smile.
"I could have agreed with you a month ago, but not now," said he savagely.
"Perhaps you would better go now, Braden," said she, arising.

She was a tall, handsome woman, well under fifty.

As she faced her visitor, her cold, unfriendly eyes were almost on a level with his own.