The last glare of the sunset was on her guardian'sface

　　The last glare of the sunset was on her guardian'sface, which looked ash-coloured in the yellow radiance.
　　"Because I knew you were here," he answered simply.
　　She had become conscious of the hair hanging looseacross her breast, and it seemed as though she couldnot speak to him till she had set herself in order. Shegroped for her comb, and tried to fasten up the coil.
　　Mr. Royall silently watched her.
　　"Charity,louis vuitton for mens," he said, "he'll be here in a minute. Let metalk to you first,Fake Designer Handbags.""You've got no right to talk to me. I can do what Iplease.""Yes. What is it you mean to do?""I needn't answer that, or anything else."He had glanced away, and stood looking curiously aboutthe illuminated room. Purple asters and red maple-leaves filled the jar on the table; on a shelf againstthe wall stood a lamp, the kettle, a little pile ofcups and saucers. The canvas chairs were groupedabout the table.
　　"So this is where you meet," he said.
　　His tone was quiet and controlled, and the factdisconcerted her. She had been ready to give himviolence for violence, but this calm acceptance ofthings as they were left her without a weapon.
　　"See here, Charity--you're always telling me I've gotno rights over you. There might be two ways of lookingat that--but I ain't going to argue it. All I know isI raised you as good as I could, and meant fairly byyou always except once, for a bad half-hour. There'sno justice in weighing that half-hour against the rest,and you know it. If you hadn't, you wouldn't have goneon living under my roof. Seems to me the fact of yourdoing that gives me some sort of a right; the right totry and keep you out of trouble. I'm not asking you toconsider any other."She listened in silence, and then gave a slightlaugh. "Better wait till I'm in trouble," shesaid. He paused a moment, as if weighing her words.
　　"Is that all your answer?""Yes, that's all.""Well--I'll wait."He turned away slowly, but as he did so the thing shehad been waiting for happened; the door opened againand Harney entered.
　　He stopped short with a face of astonishment, and then,quickly controlling himself, went up to Mr. Royall witha frank look.
　　"Have you come to see me, sir?" he said coolly,throwing his cap on the table with an air ofproprietorship.
　　Mr. Royall again looked slowly about the room; then hiseyes turned to the young man.
　　"Is this your house?" he inquired.
　　Harney laughed: "Well--as much as it's anybody's. Icome here to sketch occasionally.""And to receive Miss Royall's visits?""When she does me the honour----""Is this the home you propose to bring her to when youget married?"There was an immense and oppressive silence. Charity,quivering with anger, started forward, and thenstood silent, too humbled for speech. Harney's eyeshad dropped under the old man's gaze; but he raisedthem presently, and looking steadily at Mr. Royall,said: "Miss Royall is not a child,Discount UGG Boots. Isn't it ratherabsurd to talk of her as if she were? I believe sheconsiders herself free to come and go as she pleases,without any questions from anyone." He paused andadded: "I'm ready to answer any she wishes to ask me."Mr. Royall turned to her. "Ask him when he's going tomarry you, then----" There was another silence, and helaughed in his turn--a broken laugh, with a scrapingsound in it. "You darsn't!" he shouted out with suddenpassion. He went close up to Charity, his right armlifted, not in menace but in tragic exhortation,ugg bailey button triplet 1873 boots.