In irritably trying to disengage it, she threw out the key on the floor.

Jack picked the key up and noticed the inscription on the handle.
"Pink-Room Cupboard," he read.

"Why do they call it by that name ?" In her over-wrought state of mind, she had even felt the small irritating influence of an entangled pocket.

She was in no temper to endure simple questions patiently.

"Look at the pink curtains, you fool!" she said--and snatched the key out of his hand.
Jack instantly resented the language and the action.