Don't argue.

I know best," I cut him short, in a sharp whisper, pushing him again.
This time he made no more objections, but went into the adjoining room, my boudoir.

The key was in the door; I turned it in the lock, snatched it out, and dropped it into a bowl of flowers on a table close by.

That done, I flew out of the drawing-room into the little entrance hall, and opened the front door.

There stood Raoul, his face dead white, and very stern in the light of the hall lamp.