IV + 

After he had gone they stared at each other, then Stephen said: “What a queer revelation. Who would have thought that Brockett could get so worked up? His moods are kaleidoscopic.” She was purposely forcing herself to speak lightly. + 

But Puddle was angry, bitterly angry. Her pride was wounded to the quick for Stephen. “The man’s a perfect fool!” she said gruffly. “And I didn’t agree with one word he said. I expect he’s jealous of your work, they all are. They’re a mean-minded lot, these writing people.” + 

And looking at her Stephen thought sadly, “She’s tired⁠—I’m wearing her out in my service. A few years ago she’d never have tried to deceive me like this⁠—she’s losing courage.” Aloud she said: “Don’t be cross with Brockett, he meant to be friendly, I’m quite sure of that. My work will buck up⁠—I’ve been feeling slack lately, and it’s told on my writing⁠—I suppose it was bound to.” Then the merciful lie, “But I’m not a bit frightened!” + 