Go to sleep now and do not act hastily." He stood between her and the window, wishing to get some word to which he could hold.
Julia's two black eyes grew brighter.

"I see.

You took advantage of my trouble, and you want to hold me to my words, and you are bad, and now--_now_ I hate you!" Then Julia felt better.

Hate is the only wholesome thing in such a case.

She pushed him aside vigorously, stepped upon the settee, slipped in at the window, and closed it.