"Oh, you see that, do you?"
"Of course, I think you're an ideal man and a darling in every way, and I love you very much, but I think it's a pity you're so cold and heartless." She came nearer to him.
"Don't say that again," he said, with a rather dangerous look.
"But you are! You're absolutely cold. I think you only love me as a duty."
At this Woodville seemed to lose his head. He seized her in his arms and kissed her roughly and at random, holding her close to him.
"Oh don't, Frank. How can you be so horrid? You're making my hair untidy. Oh, Frank!"
When he at last released her, he walked to the window and looked out. She went to the looking-glass with tears in her eyes, and arranged her hair.
"I didn't think," she said reproachfully, "that you could behave like that, Frank!"
He made no reply.
As she stood at the door she said, pouting, "You didn't seem to care whether I liked it or not."