He was redder in face than when Ida had last seen him, and a trifle heavier of expression.

Pushing unceremoniously past two of the women, he dropped into a basket-chair, which bent under him, and glanced around at the others with coldly, assertive eyes.

Ida, watching him, became conscious of a sense of repulsion and indignation.

This arrogant, indulgent, useless man had, it seemed, not the manners of a western ranch-hand.

He accepted a cup of tea from Mrs.Kinnaird with an ungraciousness which aroused Ida to downright anger; and shortly afterward he contrived to spill a quantity of the liquid upon Arabella's dress, for which he offered no excuses, though he blamed the narrow-bottomed cup.