Again he bit his lip. His temper did not seem to be improving. The girl's tone, face, bearing, were instinct with scorn.
"Is there no means of getting away by the back without returning to the front?"
"Only by climbing a hedge and a fence on to the common."
"Perhaps the feat will be within my powers--if you will allow me to try."
"Allow you to try! And is it possible that you forced your way into the house on the pretence of seeking lessons in music, when your real motive was to seek an opportunity of evading pursuit by means of the back door?"
"I am aware that the seeming anomaly of my conduct entitles you to think the worst of me."
"Seeming anomaly! "She laughed contemptuously. "Pray, sir, permit me to lead the way--to the back door."
She strode off, with her head in the air; he came after, with a brow as black as night. At the back...