You'll be sorry for this!" As he started stiffly away Mrs.De Peyster found the keyhole.

She turned her key, opened the door, and closed it quickly behind her.
Gasping, shivering, she groped in the dusky hall until she found a chair.

Into this she sank, half fainting, and sat shaking with astoundment, with horror, with wrath.
Wrath swiftly became the ruling emotion.

It began to fulminate.

She would discharge William! She would send him flying the very next morning, bag and baggage! Then an appalling thought shot through her.