Her cheeks flamed high, her eyes sparkled with resentment.

"You!" she cried--and her causeless anger, her impatience of his presence, confirmed the dreadful idea he had conceived.

"You!" she repeated.

"How dare you come here?
How dare you?
What are you doing here?
Your room is below.

Go down, sir!" He did not move, but he met her eyes; he tried to read her soul, his own quaking.