But it was not in womanhood (at the moment when the first words of her confession were trembling on her lips) to endure Horace's unworthy suspicion of her.

She rose from her seat and met his eye firmly.
"I refuse to degrade myself, and to degrade Mr.Julian Gray, by answering you," she said.
"Consider what you are doing," he rejoined.

"Change your mind, before it is too late!" "You have had my reply." Those resolute words, that steady resistance, seemed to infuriate him.
He caught her roughly by the arm.
"You are as false as hell!" he cried.

"It's all over between you and me!" The loud threatening tone in which he had spoken penetrated through the closed door of the dining-room.

The door instantly opened.