"I had better leave you.

Let me by, if you please." Having committed one error in offending her, Moody committed another in attempting to make his peace with her.

Acting under the fear that she would really leave him, he took her roughly by the arm.
"You are always trying to get away from me," he said.

"I wish I knew how to make you like me, Isabel." "I don't allow you to call me Isabel!" she retorted, struggling to free herself from his hold.

"Let go of my arm.