"Can you look me in the face in the presence of that man ?" He pointed, as he spoke, to Mr.Meeke.
My mistress never shrank when he turned upon her.

Not a sign of fear was in her face when they confronted each other.

Not the faintest flush of anger came into her cheeks when he spoke.

The sense of the insult and injury that he had inflicted on her, and the consciousness of knowing his guilty secret, gave her all her self-possession at that trying moment.
"I ask you again," he repeated, finding that she did not answer him, "how dare you look me in the face in the presence of that man ?" She raised her steady eyes to his hat, which he still kept on his head.
"Who has taught you to come into a room and speak to a lady with your hat on ?" she asked, in quiet, contemptuous tones.

"Is that a habit which is sanctioned by _your new wife ?_" My eyes were on him as she said those last words.