"Why are you going on like this ?" he asked suddenly.
She stopped abruptly in her walking, turned and faced him with lips trembling and fingers picking at the braid upon her dress.
"Like what ?" "Like this.

Walking up and down the room.

Trying to talk all sorts of courageous nonsense, and showing how utterly unnerved you are in everything you say." "I'm not unnerved!" Her hand wandered blindly to the table near which she was standing.

She leant on it imperceptibly for support.

"I'm not unnerved," she repeated.
"But you are, my dear child.