She had risen and stood facing him, her eyes blazing resentment, her lips curled in a disdainful smile.
"I don't care to listen to your offensive utterances," she said, gazing at him as if to impale him with her glance.

"I'm sorry I came.
Good-night." With an angry movement she donned her rich cloak, wrapping it about her figure and moving toward the door.

He followed her with his eyes, until he saw her pass into the vestibule.

Then he hastened forward and opened the street door.
She descended the broad steps holding herself stiffly erect, head uptilted--a striking figure, graceful, supple, almost commanding.

In fact, so attractive was the picture she made as she stood a moment on the sidewalk, that a passing policeman, seized by a gallant impulse, opened the door of the waiting taxicab and held it ajar while she entered.
Balancing himself on the edge of the curb, the bluecoat stared after her in undisguised admiration until the cab swung around the corner; then he bestowed a curious glance on the house whence she had come.