“A SUDDEN MADNESS WHIRLED GORLOIS AWAY”
“Igraine.”
“Mark my words.”
“You golden shrew, you temptation of tempers—”
“Hold off—”
“By God! I’ll tame you, don’t doubt me.”
Igraine, very watchful, slipped past him suddenly like light, and walked for the house with a sweeping air that bade him keep his distance. Coming to the door of the house, she tried it but found the lock shot. The red badge of a new anger showed upon either cheek. She turned on Gorlois; her eyes blazed out at him.
“A pretty trick!”
“What now, madame?”