He was too angry and suspicious to let her pass in silence, and he noticed her cheeks were flushed with nervous excitement and that she was out of breath; and no wonder, for she had run up the stairs.
"I cannot wait to tell you now," she panted.

"And what right have you to speak to me so?
Let me pass, or I shall be late." "I do not care if you are late, or no.

You shall answer me!" he said furiously, barring the way.

"You bear my name, at all events, and I have a right because of that to know." "Your name ?" she said, vaguely, and then for the first time she grasped that there was some insulting doubt of her in his words.
She cast upon him a look of withering scorn, and, with the air of an empress commanding an insubordinate guard, she flashed: "Let me pass at once!" But Tristram did not move, and for a second they glared at one another, and she took a step forward as if to force her way.

Then he angrily seized her in his arms.