He was choking with rage.

There was some mystery, he was being tricked.
"Why did you not tell me you knew that fellow who sat next to you ?" he said in a low, constrained voice.
"Because it would have been a lie," she said haughtily.

"I have never seen him but once before in my life." "Then what business have you to allow him to write notes to you ?" Tristram demanded, too overcome with jealousy to control the anger in his tone.
She shrank back in her corner.

Here it was beginning again! After all, in spite of his apparent agreement to live on the most frigid terms with her he was now acting like Ladislaus: men were all the same! "I am not aware the creature wrote me any note," she said.

"What do you mean ?" "How can you pretend like this," Tristram exclaimed furiously, "when it fell out of your sleeve?
Here it is." "Take me back to the hotel," she said with a tone of ice.