When he next met Carmen, she found his grey eyes fixed on hers with a curious, half-inquisitorial look she had never noticed before.

This only added fuel to the fire.

Forgetting their relations of host and guest, she was absolutely rude.

Thatcher was quiet but watchful; got the Plodgitt to bed early, and, under cover of showing a moonlight view of the "Lost Chance Mill," decoyed Carmen out of ear-shot, as far as the dismantled furnace.
"What is the matter, Miss De Haro; have I offended you ?" Miss Carmen was not aware that anything was the matter.

If Don Royal preferred old friends, whose loyalty of course he knew, and who were above speaking ill against a gentleman in his adversity--( oh, Carmen! fie!) if he preferred THEIR company to LATER FRIENDS--why--( the masculine reader will observe this tremendous climax and tremble)--why she didn't know why HE should blame HER.
They turned and faced each other.