On this occasion, she looked out into the street--with her handkerchief (was it used as a signal ?) exhibited in her hand.

Iris, on her side, advanced to Mountjoy.

Easily moved to anger, her nature was incapable of sullen perseverance in a state of enmity.

To see Hugh still patiently waiting--still risking the chances of insult--devoted to her, and forgiving her--was at once a reproach that punished Iris, and a mute appeal that no true woman's heart could resist.
With tears in her eyes she said to him: "There must be no coolness between you and me.

I lost my temper, and spoke shamefully to you.