“And is it because of him that you go?”
“Not because of him only.”
“But I have spoken to your aunt; she consents.”
“But I do not,” said Judith.
He stamped again, passionately.
“I am not the man who will bear to be disobeyed and my will crossed. I say—Here you shall stay.”
Judith waited a moment, looking at him steadily out of her clear, glittering iridescent eyes, and said slowly, “I am not the girl to be obliged to stay where my common-sense and my heart say Stay not.”
He folded his arms, lowered his chin on his breast, and strode up and down the room. Then, suddenly, he stood still opposite her and asked, in a threatening tone:
“Do you not like your room? Does that not please your humor?”
“It has been most kind of you to collect all my little bits of rubbish there. I feel how good you have been, how full of thought for me; but, for all that, I cannot stay.”