If _you_ will not tell him so, _I_ will.

He shall hear the truth from somebody." "Margaret!" I said, frightened at the pale anger of Ernest's countenance.
"You dare not look me in the face and say that you do not wish to go, Gabriella?
You know you dare not." "I desire nothing contrary to my husband's wishes." "You are a little simpleton, then,--and I don't care what people say.

It is a sin to encourage him in such selfishness and despotism." She laughed, but her lips curled with scorn.
Ernest took up a pearl paper-cutter from the table, and bent it, till it broke like glass in his fingers.

He did not know what he was doing.
Madge only laughed the louder.

She enjoyed his anger and my trepidation.
"A pretty thing to make a scene of!" she exclaimed.