“My dear woman—steady now! You don’t want a row, you know! You’ve got
the rest of the papers.” But she might have talked to the wind.
“He comes into my house—my property—in my own house——It’s an outrage!
Kent, it’s an outrage!”
Kent Rehan rose to his feet. It was like a rock breaking through that
froth of women. He stood a moment, nervously, brushing the black from
his hands and wincing as he did so. Then he looked up. His eyes met her.
He flushed.
“Kent! Kent!” She flung off Miss Howe.
The intensity of reproach in her voice startled me, and I think it
startled him. I found myself thinking—‘All this anger for what? for a
burnt paper? It’s impossible! But then—then what’s the matter with her?’