"No," she said quietly to herself, "you don't escape me in that way." As if moved by a sudden impulse, she set forth on the way by which Mr.
Keller had gone before her; walking, as he had walked, to the door at the end of the hall.
I had remained with Minna, and was not in a position to see how her mother looked.

Mr.Engelman's face, as he stretched out his hands entreatingly to stop Madame Fontaine, told me that the fierce passions hidden deep in the woman's nature had risen to the surface and shown themselves.

"Oh, dear lady! dear lady!" cried the simple old man, "Don't look like that! It's only Keller's temper--he will soon be himself again." Without answering him, without looking at him, she lifted her hand, and put him back from her as if he had been a troublesome child.

With her firm graceful step, she resumed her progress along the hall to the room at the end, and knocked sharply at the door.
Mr.Keller's voice answered from within, "Who is there ?" "Madame Fontaine," said the widow.

"I wish to speak to you." "I decline to receive Madame Fontaine." "In that case, Mr.Keller, I will do myself the honor of writing to you." "I refuse to read your letter." "Take the night to think of it, Mr.Keller, and change your mind in the morning." She turned away, without waiting for a reply, and joined us at the outer end of the hall.
Minna advanced to meet her, and kissed her tenderly.