She glanced up at him half defiantly, half timidly.

His look was very stern and cold.
She turned away with a pout and a slight shrug of her pretty shoulders.
"It seems your smiles are for Miss Deane, while your black looks are reserved for your wife," she said.
"I have no interest in Miss Deane," he replied; "it is nothing to me how she behaves, but my wife's conduct is a matter of vital importance; and let me tell you, Zoe, I will have no more such exhibitions as you made of yourself to-night with either Mr.Larned or any other man.

I won't allow it.

There are some things a man won't put up with.

You must and shall show some respect to my wishes in regard to this." "Orders, you'd better say," she muttered.
"Well, then, orders, if you prefer it." She was very angry, and withal a good deal frightened.
"Exhibitions indeed!" she cried, sinking into a chair, for she was trembling from head to foot.