"You quite wear people out, with your everlasting thinking and talking about yourself." "You'd better stop that midnight reading," flared he.

"Your temper is going to the devil." She rose with great dignity; with an expression that seemed to send him tumbling and her soaring she went into the house.
In some moods he would have lain where he fell for quite a while.

But his mood of delight in her charms as a woman had completely eclipsed his deference for her charms as a lady.

He hesitated only a second, then followed her, overtook her at the entrance to her room.

She, hearing him coming, did not face about and put him back in his place with one haughty look.