Osborn went out of the flat.
The inevitable answer of the goaded man—anger, silence and retreat—cried aloud to her.
She was afraid of herself.
What terrible things she had said—she, a little, new, young wife and mother!
She spoke out into the stillness, shocked, appealing, still trembling with her rage.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!... Oh, God, help me!"
When Julia had left the Kerrs' flat and was turning out of the building into the windy street, she met Desmond Rokeby about to enter. Her handsome face was grim beneath her veil and her eyes snapped. As she pulled up short and stood in Rokeby's path, she expressed to him the idea of a very determined obstacle.
"How nice to meet you!" he cried goodhumouredly.
"I'm glad I've met you," she replied.