He pushed his chair back violently, and rose.
"I told you some truths for your own good."
"Did the man De Rothan tell you these things?"
"Silence!"
"I have a right——"
"Silence, I say!"
Durrell's face had lost all scholarly repose and refinement. It was harsh, flushed, and threatening.
"Go to your room, girl. Never let me have more of this interference."
"I am not a child any longer. If you drive me to it, father, I shall rebel——"
He broke out in a way that amazed her, with a scolding fury that threw aside all self-control. Durrell was not capable of the blind, physical violence of the ordinary male, and his unreasoning wrath ran into a torrent of outrageous taunts and sarcasms. We are the creatures of savage littlenesses in our rages, those nerve-storms that rise out of nothing, and end in nothing.