Her spirit was so cowed that she almost had the look of a stupid person; she became stupid in sheer terror of her husband's railleries.
"It wasn't of any importance." "Oh, my dear," said Ballantyne with a sneer, "you do yourself an injustice," and then his voice grew harsh, his face brutal.

"What was it ?" he demanded.
Stella looked this way and that, like an animal in a trap.

Then she caught sight of Thresk's face over against her.

Her eyes appealed to him for silence; she turned quickly to her husband.
"I only said how's London ?" A smile spread over Ballantyne's face.
"Now did you say that?
How's London! Now why did you ask how London was?
How should London be?
What sort of an answer did you expect ?" "I didn't expect any answer," replied Stella.

"Of course the question sounds stupid if you drag it out and worry it." Ballantyne snorted contemptuously.
"How's London?
Try again, Stella!" Thresk had come to the limit of his patience.