"Don't call me that! Don't speak to me that way!"
"Why not?"
"I don't want you to."
"Why not?"
She struggled to free herself from him.
"I know, of course," he said. "It's because of him." He jerked his head toward the picture on the table; the manner made her furious.
"Let me go, Don!"
"I'm sorry, dear." He drew her to him, held her only closer.
"Don; Father wants to see you! He wanted to know when he came in; he will let you know when you can go to him."
"When did he tell you that?"