She was silent still.
'Nonsense! You have no business here, and you know it. You must give me an account of yourself, ma'am, or I shall find a way to make you.'
She gave an account of herself; with trembling ungloved hands she raised her veil. He turned his lantern on her face and recoiled from her with a clumsy spring.
'You?' he gasped. 'You? Trix? Are you mad? Where are you going?'
Her face was pale and hard-lined; her eyes were bright, and looked scarcely sane in the concentrated glare of the lantern.
'Let me pass,' she said in a low shaken voice.
'Let you pass! Where to? Nonsense! You're——'
'Let me pass,' she commanded again.
'No,' he answered, barring her path with his broad squat form. Decision rang in his tones.
'You must,' she said simply. She put out her arms and thrust at him. He was heavy to move, but he was driven on one side; the nervous fury in her arms sent him staggering back; he dropped his lantern and saved himself with his spud.