Also, remembering the unceremonious way in which he had permitted her to depart at the end of their interview that forenoon, she was not as cordial as usual.

She had made him her confidant, why she scarcely knew; then, after expressing great interest and sympathy, he had suddenly seemed to lose interest in the whole matter.

She was acquainted with his eccentricities and fits of absent-mindedness, but nevertheless she had been hurt and offended.

She told herself that she should have expected nothing more from "Shavings" Winslow, the person about whom two-thirds of Orham joked and told stories, but the fact remained that she was disappointed.

And she was angry, not so much with him perhaps, as with herself.