"You know, you've tried Philippa very high lately, and she is in an extremely emotional state.
She is all worked up about last night, and I wouldn't leave her alone if I were you." Sir Henry's blue eyes seemed suddenly like points of steel as he leaned towards her.
"You think that she is in love with that fellow Lessingham ?" he asked bluntly.
"No, I don't," Helen replied, "but I think she is more furious with you than you believe.

For months you have acted--well, how shall I say ?" "Oh, like a coward, if you like, or a fool.

Go on." "She has asked for explanations to which she is perfectly entitled," Helen continued, "and you have given her none.

You have treated her like something between a doll and a child.

Philippa is as good and sweet as any woman who ever lived, but hasn't it ever occurred to you that women are rather mysterious beings?
They may sometimes do, out of a furious sense of being wrongly treated, out of a sort of aggravated pique, what they would never do for any other reason.