The high spirit that was in her rose brightly in her eyes, and faced him without shrinking.
"Threats ?" she said, with quiet contempt.

"When you make love, Mr.
Moody, you take strange ways of doing it.

My conscience is easy.

You may try to frighten me, but you will not succeed.

When you have recovered your temper I will accept your excuses." She paused, and pointed to the table.