She stood frozen to the spot. Each muscle became rigid; the blood in her arteries tingled as though bees were making their way through every vein. Her brows met in a black band across her face. She trembled for a moment, and then was firm. A supreme moment, the supreme moment in her life was come.
"So I have found you at last," sneered Jonas. Hatred, fury, were in him and sent a quiver through the tones of his voice.
"Yes, you have found me," she answered with composure.
"You—do you know what you have done? Made me a derision and a talk to all Thursley, a jest in every pot-house."
"I have not done this. It is your doing."
"Is it not enough that I have lost my money, but must I have this scandal and outrage in my home?"
She did not answer him. She looked steadily at him, and he dared not meet her eyes.
"You must come with me at once," he said.
"I will not go with you."
"I will make you."