"I do not care a straw whether you are serious or not."
"You are resolved then?"
"Quite."
"Oh, beware! beware! do not drive me to the last extremity...."
She shrugged her shoulders.
"By God!" he exclaimed, striking a small table with his fist.
"See," she said, "you have broken my china—a real bit of rococo; that's what it is to be ungentlemanly and violent."
"Mary ... This is .... You are rushing to destruction! Look here; I am almost mad ... but I know what I say ... choose whether you will obey me—if you do not, as I live, I will blow your brains out, and then my own!"
"Mr. Maxwell, if you think I am to be frightened by your ravings, if you think I am to obey your ridiculous caprices, if you think you are to be my master, you are egregiously mistaken. Leave the house: I hate you!"
Her look expressed her hate, as she said this.