“This is outrageous!” shouted Gilbert. “You can’t adopt that tone toward me, young woman! You’ve been spoilt and indulged long enough! Bertie, go down to the garage and bring the car!”
“No!” cried Claudine.
“Do as I tell you! Now, Andrée, I’ll give you fifteen minutes to pack what you need, and then you’ll go, ready or not. This is my house, and what I say shall be done. Do you understand?”
“I believe I do!” she answered, carelessly. “You’re putting me out, aren’t you? Very well, I’ll go!”
She turned and ran up the stairs.
Claudine turned upon Gilbert with desperation.
“Gilbert! Go after her! Tell her she can wait! Tell her—”
“I’ll do nothing of the sort!” he answered. “I won’t be defied in my own house—”
She seized his arms with her weak hands and actually tried to shake him.
“Stop her!” she cried. “Stop her! You don’t realize what you’re doing!”