He smote the table violently, then sprang up and flung his chair aside.
'Is that the way you've learnt to speak to your father ?' he shouted.
'Haven't I told you you're not to go nowhere without my leave or your mother's?
Do you pay no heed to what I bid you?
If so, say it! Say it at once, and have done with it.' Clara was quietly removing her hat.

In doing so, she disclosed the one thing which gave proof of regard for personal appearance.

Her hair was elaborately dressed.

Drawn up from the neck, it was disposed in thick plaits upon the top of her head; in front were a few rows of crisping.
She affected to be quite unaware that words had been spoken to her, and stood smoothing each side of her forehead.
John strode forward and laid his hands roughly upon her shoulders.
'Look at me, will you?
Speak, will you ?' Clara jerked herself from his grasp and regarded him with insolent surprise.

Of fear there was no trace upon her countenance; she seemed to experience only astonishment at such unwonted behaviour from her father, and resentment on her own behalf.