"Don't you want me to take you in my arms?"
"No. Not that."
"What, then?" He pressed tighter.
"I want you not to hurt Maisie."
"It's too late to think of Maisie now."
"I'm not thinking of her. I'm thinking of you. You'll hurt yourself frightfully if you hurt her." She wrenched his hands apart and went from him to the door.
"What are you going to do?" he said.
"I'm going to fetch the lamp."
She left him standing there.
A few minutes later she came back carrying the lighted lamp. He took it from her and set it on the table.