You've had your way in everything so far.

I won't let you have it in this." "Very well, we'll turn the corner into the next street, to please you," said Lisa; and she gave orders to the chauffeur again.

"Now stop," she cried, when we had gone half way down the street, out of sight and hearing of anyone in the Rue d'Hollande.

Then, in another instant, before I had any idea what she meant to do, she was out of the cab, running like a child in the direction whence we had come.

I looked after her, hesitating whether or not to follow (for I could not bear to risk meeting Ivor), and saw that she paused at the corner.