Even then she had
regarded him only in relation to herself, and had never speculated as
to his own feelings, beyond instinctively concluding that he would not
trouble her again in the same way. But now she began to wonder what he
was really like.
He had grasped the back of his chair with both hands, and stood looking
hard at her. At length he said: "Charity, for once let's you and me talk
together like friends."
Instantly she felt that something had happened, and that he held her in
his hand.
"Where is Mr. Harney? Why hasn't he come back? Have you sent him away?"
she broke out, without knowing what she was saying.
The change in Mr. Royall frightened her. All the blood seemed to leave
his veins and against his swarthy pallor the deep lines in his face
looked black.
"Didn't he have time to answer some of those questions last night? You
was with him long enough!" he said.
Charity stood speechless. The taunt was so unrelated to what had been
happening in her soul that she hardly understood it.
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