Neither spoke until they were in the shelter of the streets; then Widdowson asked suddenly,-- 'Who _is_ that person ?' 'I only know her name, and that she goes to Miss Barfoot's.' 'It's a most extraordinary thing,' he exclaimed in high irritation.
'There's no getting out of the way of those people.' Monica also was angry; her cheeks, reddened by the wind, grew hotter.
'It's still more extraordinary that you should object so to them.' 'Whether or no--I _do_ object, and I had rather you didn't go to see that woman.' 'You are unreasonable,' Monica answered sharply.

'Certainly I shall go and see her.' 'I forbid you to do so! If you go, it will be in defiance of my wish.' 'Then I am obliged to defy your wish.

I shall certainly go.' His face was frightfully distorted.

Had they been in a lonely spot, Monica would have felt afraid of him.

She moved hurriedly away in the direction of their lodgings, and for a few paces he followed; then he checked himself, turned round about, took an opposite way.
With strides of rage he went along by the quay, past the hotels and the smaller houses that follow, on to St.Sampson.The wind, again preparing for a tempestuous night, beat and shook and at moments all but stopped him; he set his teeth like a madman, and raged on.