"Ah thank God!" said Adela.

"Why the devil do you thank God?" Godfrey asked with a strange
impatience.

She gave a strained intense smile. "You know I think it all wrong."

He stood looking at her up and down. "What did you do there? How
did you interfere?"

"Who told you I interfered?" she returned with a deep flush.

"You said something--you did something. I knew you had done it when
I saw you come out."

"What I did was my own business."

"Damn your own business!" cried the young man.

She had never in her life been so spoken to, and in advance, had she
been given the choice, would have said that she'd rather die than be
so handled by Godfrey. But her spirit was high, and for a moment she
was as angry as if she had been cut with a whip. She escaped the
blow but felt the insult. "And YOUR business then?" she asked. "I
wondered what that was when I saw YOU."

He stood a moment longer scowling at her; then with the exclamation
"You've made a pretty mess!" he turned away from her and sat down to
his books.