"We won't talk of it any more.

I can't stand it.

Please go back to your room now, Lisa, I want to be alone." "Very well," she snapped, "_you_ called me in.

I didn't ask to come." Then she went out, with not another word or look, and slammed the door.
I could imagine myself compelling her to give up the brocade bag, or offering her some great bribe of money, thousands of pounds, if necessary.

Lisa is a strange little creature.