She had put up with a good deal, but this last escapade was not to be overlooked.
Even Martha, when she came in to lay the cloth for lunch, could think of nothing to say in extenuation of his offence.
It was certainly two hours before her excitement allowed her to sit down and begin to knit.

Even then--and naturally enough--while she was musing the fire burned.

It never occurred to her to reflect that there must have been some _reason_ for Austin's extraordinary prank, and that the first thing to be done was to discover what that was.

She was too angry to take this obvious fact into consideration, and so, when Austin at last appeared, his eyes full of suppressed excitement and his forehead bathed in sweat, her pent-up wrath found vent and she flamed out at him in a rage.
For some minutes Austin stood quite silent while she stormed.

If it made her feel better to storm, well, let her do it.