"Is she at home, or not ?" Grace paused before the door and rapped sharply.

There was a moment of silence, then a quick, light step sounded inside and the door was opened by Kathleen herself.

Her usually pale face became flooded with color as she met the steady light of Grace's scornful eyes.

Rallying all her forces, she returned the disconcerting gaze with one of defiant bravado.

"Oh, good afternoon," she said, setting her lips in a straight line, a veritable danger signal.
Without stopping to choose her words, Grace cried out: "How could you do it?
You knew I wished no mention to be made of my name.