You are a coward, Richard." "Diana!" he thundered--he could be mighty brave with women--whilst Ruth clutched her arm to restrain her.
But she continued, undeterred: "You are a coward--a pitiful coward," she told him.

"Consult your mirror.

It will tell you what a palsied thing you are.

That you should dare so speak to Ruth..." "Don't!" Ruth begged her, turning.
"Aye," growled Richard, "she had best be silent." Diana rose, to battle, her cheeks crimson.

"It asks a braver man than you to compel my obedience," she told him.