She was in a state of flushed feverish defiance that neutralized her woman's terrors.
She heard his heavy step on the stairs; she saw the slowly advancing light.

Then she saw the tall massive figure, and the heavy face, now fierce with drunken rage.

He had nothing but the candle in his hand.

He set it down on the table, and advanced close to the bed.
'So you think you'll defy me, do you?
We'll see how long that will last.
Get up, madam; out of bed this instant!' In the close presence of the dreadful man--of this huge crushing force, armed with savage will--poor Janet's desperate defiance all forsook her, and her terrors came back.

Trembling she got up, and stood helpless in her night-dress before her husband.
He seized her with his heavy grasp by the shoulder, and pushed her before him.
'I'll cool your hot spirit for you! I'll teach you to brave me!' Slowly he pushed her along before him, down stairs and through the passage, where a small oil-lamp was still flickering.