She had always been so quiet and restrained; she had seemed so happy and tranquil.
He blushed, pushed his spectacles with his fingers, then finally stammered: "I'd no idea--that--that you hated it so much." She was quiet and composed again.

"I don't hate it," she answered very calmly.

"Only they shan't tie me--no one shall.

And in the house it's as though some one were watching behind every door.

It used to be just the same at home.