"You compelled me once, against my will, when you took your ward with you on your wedding-tour.

I don't think it will ever happen again, Mr.Walraven.And now, how do you like my dress?
I came in expressly to ask you, for the carriage waits." "Leave the room!" cried Carl Walraven, in a voice of thunder.

"Be gone!" "You are violent," said Blanche, with a provoking shrug and smile, but prudently retreating.

"You forget your voice may be heard beyond this room.

Since you lost your ward you appear also to have lost your temper--never of the best, I must say.