Just you come in with me, Silla.

Come in, do you hear--at once!" If any one could have gathered up the component parts of Mrs.Holman's last screaming treble, he would have found a wealth of emotions: injured motherly dignity, wrath, contempt, hatred, and something heavy, which was meant to have a crushing effect, and really did almost make Silla fall on her knees; she stood there without moving.
Nikolai had become a little hardened, however, since the old days; he knew now that there were others of whom he was more afraid than he was of Mrs.Holman.He was not affected by her.
"I must ask to be allowed to come in, however, ma'am, for I didn't come here this evening to stand out in the snow.

It is to you yourself I want to speak." "Perhaps it's no longer than can be said here where we stand," answered Mrs.Holman, rudely.

"Come here, Silla!" "Oh no, it's not very long; but then I must explain one or two things that belong to it." As Mrs.Holman still continued to bar the gateway and only beckoned again to her daughter, Silla, in her despair and terror, suddenly made her choice.

There was nothing for it but to shut her eyes and stand by Nikolai, and she took his arm boldly.
"Yes, ma'am, that's it, as you see.