it under foot like a man!”
The suppressed vehemence with which she spoke, the strength which her will—concentrated in the look she fixed on me, and in the hold on my arm that she had not yet relinquished—communicated to mine, steadied me. We both waited for a minute in silence. At the end of that time I had justified her generous faith in my manhood—I had, outwardly at least, recovered my self-control.
“Are you yourself again?”
“Enough myself, Miss Halcombe, to ask your pardon and hers. Enough
I grew restless and unsettled, and felt unable to fix my attention on work, even though that work was only of the humble manual kind.
At two o’clock I descended again to the breakfast-room, a little anxiously. Expectations of some interest were connected with my approaching reappearance in that part