Was the Squire to have a monopoly of stubbornness?
She thought not.

Waves of indefinite but strong indignation were beginning to sweep through her.

Why was the Squire hunting for his will?
What had he been saying to his son--his son who bore on his breast and on his body the marks of his country's service?
She rose to her feet.
'I can't find anything, Mr.Mannering.And I think, if you will allow me, I will go to bed.' He looked at her darkly.
'I see.

You are a person who stickles for your hours--you won't do anything extra for me.' There was a sneer in his tone.
Elizabeth felt her cheeks suddenly burn.

In the dim light she looked amazingly tall, as she stood straightened to her full height, confronting this man who really seemed to her to be only half sane.
'I think I have done a great deal for you, Mr.Mannering.But if you don't think so we had better end my engagement!' His countenance changed at once.