She found herself wondering what he was doing at a particular moment and whether or not he was still angry with her. Her own anger had dissipated very soon after she had returned to the house from the garden. She still believed that she had been right to take him to task for his ham-handed mismanagement of a delicate situation, but she had learned in the short time she had known him that he was unaccustomed to criticism of any kind, particularly from a mere female—and one, moreover, whom he no doubt believed to take the same delight in spurning his amorous advances as she took in criticizing his management of everything from his West Indian estates and West Country mines to his nephew’s sensibilities. Perhaps she had been too critical, she told herself. She had certainly let her feelings about persons who exploited other persons be known. But then, when he had unmasked the pair of villains who had been exploiting them all, she had criticized his handling of the matter instead of congratulating him upon his successful investigation.
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