She screamed out all at once "You mustn't speak like this of Papa!" The effort of it uprooted her from that spot where her little feet seemed dug deep into the thick luxurious carpet, and she retreated backwards to a distant part of the room, hearing herself repeat "You mustn't, you mustn't" as if it were somebody else screaming.

She came to a chair and flung herself into it.

Thereupon the somebody else ceased screaming and she lolled, exhausted, sightless, in a silent room, as if indifferent to everything and without a single thought in her head.
The next few seconds seemed to last for ever so long; a black abyss of time separating what was past and gone from the reappearance of the governess and the reawakening of fear.

And that woman was forcing the words through her set teeth: "You say I mustn't, I mustn't.

All the world will be speaking of him like this to-morrow.