Half-a-dozen times she demanded what he meant by his behaviour, and how he dared, and whether he had suddenly gone crazy, and then went on storming without waiting for his reply.

Once, when he opened his mouth to speak, she sharply told him to shut it again.

It was clear, even to Martha, that if Austin's conduct had been inexplicable, his aunt's was utterly absurd.
"You've asked me several times what made me lock you up this morning," he said at last, when she paused for breath, "and each time you've refused to let me answer you.

That's not very reasonable, you know.
Now I've got something to tell you, but if you want to do any more raving please do it at once and get it over, and then I'll have my turn." "Will you go to your room this instant and stay there ?" cried Aunt Charlotte, pointing to the door.
"Certainly not," replied Austin.

"And now I'll ask you to listen to me for a minute, for you must be tired with all that shouting." Aunt Charlotte took up her work with trembling hands, ostentatiously pretending that Austin was no longer in the room.