That the boy should have had the unheard-of audacity to lock her up in her own bedroom in order to gratify some mad whim, and so have upset her plans for the entire day, was an outrage impossible to forgive.

If he was not out of his mind he ought to be, for there was no other excuse for him that she could think of.

What _was_ to be done with such a boy?
He was too old to be whipped, too young to be sent to college, too delicate to be placed under restraint.

But she would let him feel the full force of her indignation when he returned.

He should apologise, he should eat his fill of humble pie, he should beg for mercy on his knees.