"I must speak to you."
"You shall not speak to me!" She was on her feet, trying with trembling fingers to put on her hat.
"Elizabeth, wait!" he panted, "wait; listen—I must speak—" And before she knew it, he had caught her in his arms, and she felt his breath on her mouth. She pushed him from her, gasping almost, and looking at him in anger and horror.
"How dare you?"
"Listen; only one minute!"
"I will not listen one second. Let me out of this room—out of this house!"
"Elizabeth, forgive me! I am mad!"
"You are mad. I will never forgive you. Stand aside. Open the door."
"Elizabeth, I love you! I love you! Won't you listen—?"
But she had gone, flaming with anger and humiliation.