Under the steady pressure of his hands, her body yielded.

She seemed to wilt under the compulsion of his look.

Slowly, tremblingly, she crumpled in his hold, sinking downwards upon the bed.
He bent over her, laying her back, taking the bedclothes from Biddy's shaking hands and drawing them over her.
Then over his shoulder briefly he addressed the old woman.

"Turn out the light, and go!" Biddy stood and gibbered.

There was that in her mistress's numb acquiescence that terrified her.