"Against whom? Against what?"
"Against you."
"Madness! . . . You will open to me."
"No!"
"I demand it. I want you."
"I am not your prey."
Quivering, she held herself straight and proud. Her eyes defied him through the door. Though he could not see them, these eyes pierced him. "Good-bye!" he cried to her.
She heard him go away, and her blood froze. He would never forgive.
[XLVII]
He did not forgive. Philippe did not return.