"You have a lover, traditrice?"
"No."
"You lie! I believe you not!"
Mrs. Belswin laughed, and made an attempt to go away.
"Sit in that chair, infamous!"
"I will not."
"Sit in that chair, I order."
"You order!"
"Yes, I, Stephano Ferrari."
She looked first at the Italian, then at the chair; and his aspect was so determined that, in order to avoid an unseemly struggle, she sat down as desired, with a shrug of the shoulders.