Tell him so from me." He wrenched the door open, and went out on that, leaving her cold and sick with dread.
Was it but an idle threat to terrorize her?
Was it but that?
Her impulse was to seek Mr.Caryll upon the instant that she might ask him and allay her fears.

But what right had she?
Upon what grounds could she set a question upon so secret a matter?
She conceived him raising his brows in that supercilious way of his, and looking her over from head to toe as though seeking a clue to the nature of this quaint thing that asked him questions.

She pictured his smile and the jest with which he would set aside her inquiry.

She imagined, indeed, just what she believed would happen did she ask him; which was precisely what would not have happened.

Imagining thus, she held her peace, and nursed her secret dread.