“As to that, we shall see.”
He was very confident; his voice and manner showed that; and I am sure that he enjoyed my apparent embarrassment. His sharp eyes followed me as I strode up and down the room.
“Come back this evening, and you shall have our decision.”
“I must know at once.”
“It is unreasonable, unjust, impossible,” I cried with growing anger. “I will not stand your dictation in such a matter. I can’t decide now, and I won’t!”
“I shall not leave the room without your decision.”
“Then I will;” and I walked to the door.
I turned on him in time to catch a look of extreme exultation in his eyes. He guessed I had the papers on me and wished to get away with them. I promptly rubbed it in by saying very angrily—
“You shall not insult me, monsieur. If you wish to make my wife a prisoner, you can do so; she will remain; but you have no right to detain me. It is monstrous.”