Emily's mind worked over the details of the previous evening with terrible rapidity and insight.

To her directly her father had spoken not a word of the repayment; he had bidden her keep in another room while he informed her mother of it; he had shown disinclination to return to the subject when, later, they all sat together.

'Well, here it is,' he had said, 'and we'll talk no more about it.' She heard those words exactly as they were spoken, and she knew their tone was not natural; even at the time that had struck her, but her thought had not dwelt upon it.
She almost forgot Dagworthy's presence; he and his threats were of small account in this shaking of the depths of her nature.

She was awakened by his voice.
'Do you think I am lying to you for my own purposes ?' 'I cannot say,' she answered, with unnatural calm.

'It is more likely than that what you say is true.' He, by now, had attained a self-control which would not desert him.