She had frightened him--and fear comes seldom to men of his type.

They feel it, when it does come, with an angry distrust; they grow loud and brutal, in instinctive protest against it.
"Sit down!" he repeated.

She obeyed him.

"Haven't you got a word to say to me ?" he asked, with an oath.

No! there she sat, immovable, reckless how it ended--as only women can be, when women's minds are made up.
He took a turn in the summer-house and came back, and struck his hand angrily on the rail of her chair.