She would have dodged back, but it was too late.
Then she saw that it was Durkin, beside three jabbering and gesticulating Guardie di Pubblica Sicurezza.
"Oh, there you are!" said his equable and tranquil voice, as he removed his hat.
She did not speak, accepting silence as safer.
"I brought these gentlemen, for someone told me there was a drunken Englishman in the halls, annoying you, and I was afraid we might miss our train!" She looked at the _gendarmes_ and then on to the excited servants at their heels, in bewilderment.

She was to escape, then, in safety! "Explain to these gentlemen just what it was," she heard the warningly suave voice of her husband saying to her, "while I hurry down and order the carriage!" She was nervous and excited and incoherent, yet as they followed at her side down the broad marble staircase she made them understand dimly that their protection was now unnecessary.

No, she had not been insulted; not directly.

But she had been affronted.

It was nothing--only the shock of seeing a drunken quarrel; it had alarmed and upset her.