John was angry at her; but she couldn't help wondering that he should be so angry.

If he had laughed at her, teased her, taxed her with the trick, she would have understood what to do.

But this terrible gloom, this awful commotion of the elements, frightened her.
She went to her room, saying that she had a headache, and would go to bed.

But she did not.

She took her French novel, and read till she heard him coming; and then she threw down her book, and began to cry.