"Apologise at once!" "Where is Nigel?
Nigel! Nigel!" the girl raved.

"I will see him--I will--I will see him!" She who had been the mildest of sweet-tempered creatures all her life had suddenly gone almost insane with heartbroken, hysteric grief and rage.

She did not know what she was saying and doing; she only realised in an agony of despair that she was a thing caught in a trap; that these people had her in their power, and that they had tricked and lied to her and kept her apart from what her girl's heart so cried out to and longed for.

Her father, her mother, her little sister; they had been near her and had been lied to and sent away.
"You are quite mad, you violent, uncontrolled creature!" cried the Dowager furiously.

"You ought to be put in a straitjacket and drenched with cold water." Then the door opened again and Nigel strode in.