I knew how stern he could suddenly look.

I dreaded what he would think.

I was too afraid that I should lose him.

No, I could not speak; I had not the courage.
That made me still more angry with myself, and so I--I quarrelled at once with Harry.

He was surprised; but it was natural, wasn't it?
What else should one do under such circumstances, except quarrel with the man one loved?
Yes, I really quarrelled with him, and said things which I thought and hoped would hurt.