Rose did not intend to comment on the situation, however warmly she might express herself over Electra's personal standpoint.
"Electra did not strike me as intemperate," she said. "She seemed to me very collected, very cold and resolute."
"Yes, but her reactions! they'd be something frightful. I can fancy that pendulum swinging just as far the other way. They are terrifying, those women."
"How are they terrifying?"
Governing the wild forces in herself at that minute, she felt as if all women were terrifying when they are driven too far, and that all men might well beware of them. MacLeod rose, and stretched himself upward in a muscular abandon.
"Good-night, my dear," he said. "I'm going upstairs. I will see her again to-morrow. You need give yourself no uneasiness about the outcome. You needn't even concern yourself with the details. I shall arrange them with her."
Rose was quickly upon her feet. She felt more his equal so than when he towered above her at that height.
"If you see her," she threatened, "I will overturn everything."
"No, no, you wouldn't. Run upstairs now and go to bed. You are overwrought. This whole thing has been a strain on you."
"Yes." She spoke rapidly and in a low tone, fearing grannie's window above. "It has been a strain on me. But who brought it on? I did it myself. I must meet it. But I will not have you meddling with it. I will not."