“Oh, I’m sorry you had to wait,” she said, quite formally. “Did you want to see me for something important, Victor? If you had told me you were coming, I would have tried to be home earlier.” Victor eyed her with a scowl. “Oh, yes? You certainly would not! You’ve avoided me on every occasion for weeks! And you walked out on me the night of my great party!” He fixed her with a gaze as severe as if he had accused her of the unpardonable sin. A series of expressions like fleeting clouds in the sunshine passed over the girl’s expressive face. One could almost read the history of that evening party from her eyes. And then, like a veil suddenly dropped over the scene, a gentle haughtiness enveloped her, and she looked steadily, almost sternly, into his bold, spoiled eyes until they began to take on a shamed look. “Well—didn’t you?” he burst forth again, his anger flaring up resentfully. “Didn’t you, I say?” Mrs. Kingsley cast a quick look at her daughter’s cool face and wondered where she got her poise.
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