Ah! was I not right?
Did I not _tell_ you you were in a hurry to get rid of me ?" This most unfair accusation rouses the professor to extreme wrath.
He turns round and faces her like an enraged lion.
"You are a child," says he, in a tone sufficient to make any woman resentful.

"It is folly to argue with you." "A child! What are you then ?" cries she tremulously.
"A _fool!"_ furiously.

"I was given my cue, I would not take it.

You told me that it was bad enough to be your ward, that you would not on any account be closer to me.

_That_ should have been clear to me, yet, like an idiot, I hoped against hope.