You can have nothing to say.
You have behaved abominably.

I am disappointed in you.

It is horrible! horrible!" "Yes, it was horrible,--horrible that she should walk with you, have speech with you, be seen with you." "'Not until the sun excludes you, do I exclude you,'" she flung back at him.
"But there is a fitness of things--" "Fitness!" She turned upon him and loosed her wrath.

"If she is unfit, are you fit?
May you cast the first stone with that smugly sanctimonious air of yours ?" "You shall not talk to me in this fashion.

I'll not have it." He clutched at her sled, and even in the midst of her anger she noticed it with a little thrill of pleasure.
"Shall not?
You coward!" He reached out as though to lay hands upon her, and she raised her coiled whip to strike.