"Why shouldn't I, please?
You came with him from the North, did you not--traveling as his wife?
Picked the fellow up on the street, did n't you?
My dear, this assumption of outraged virtue is all thrown away on me--I happen to know your history." She took a deep breath, standing straight before him, her cheeks burning.
"Perhaps you think you do," she said, now in full control of herself.
"But you are going to learn your mistake.

I am here under unpleasant circumstances, yet, I am not subject to your insult.

I refuse to answer you, or remain in your presence," she stepped aside, leaving free passage.

"You will unlock that door." "Hardly that," and I could see his fingers shut down on the top of the desk.

"It takes more than a few words to change me.