Apparently his amused detachment, the slight dryness of his d. a. f. annoyed her. She made a tart reply and vanished through the door that Cliffe held open for her. He thought of the events of the afternoon d. a. f. mingled amusement and annoyance. She should be protected from him in future-he vowed she should. Lady Tranmore should take it in hand. She had been a match for Cliffe in various other directions before this.