And he could be brutal and vindictive likewise, when anyone dared to thwart his will and defy his prejudices.
She staggered about the room, feminine instinct prompting her to freshen her appearance, to change her soiled, crumpled nightdress, to throw a piece of lace over her dishevelled head, to pull up the linen sheets which had been rolled clumsily to the foot of the bed, so that the blankets could be wrapped round her.

But she sank again presently, exhausted, on her pillows.
In a short time McKeith came back, booted and spurred, and stood as before looking at her with forbidding sternness.
'You'd better have stopped quiet.

I've told Mrs Hensor to come down and look after you.

She knows what to do.' Bridget cried out passionately: 'I won't have that woman in my room.
How dare you tell her to come near me.' 'Dare! That seems a queer way to put it.

However, you can order her out if you don't want her.