anger. Both women kept mum. But it pleased them, anyhow, that they could make him angry.
“Why not row with Mrs Leslie on the lake!” he said, with quiet control.
But under his dark brows was a level, indignant anger.
“We may not want to,” said Carlota.
Then he did what Kate had not known anyone to do before. He withdrew his consciousness away from them as they all three sat at table, leaving the two women, as it were, seated outside a closed door, with nothing more happening. Kate felt for the time startled and forlorn, then a slow anger burned in her warm ivory cheek.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “I can start home before then.”
“No! No!” said Doña Carlota, with a Spanish wail. “Don’t leave me. Stay with me till evening, and help me to amuse Don Cipriano. He is coming to supper.”