Jonas Hapgood's doubt was over him too.

He wondered, with a great spasm of wrath, if she could be accusing herself to shield this man who had played her false.
He grasped her arm again.

"Come," he said, "I'll have no more of this," and Madelon went out with her father.

Full of spirit as she was, she had always been strangely docile with him.

He had ruled all his children with a firm hand from their youth up, and tuned their wills to suit his ear as he did his viol strings.
"I'll have no foolery," he said to her, gruffly, when they were out on the road.