Give it me.' 'It is in my room,' I answered, astonished beyond measure at this sudden change of subject, and equally sudden demand.
'Then fetch it, sir, if you please,' she replied, her eyes flashing afresh.

'Fetch it.

Fetch it, I say! It has served its turn, and I prefer to have it.

Who knows but that some day you may be showing it for a love-knot ?' 'Mademoiselle!' I cried, hotly.

And I think that for the moment I was as angry as she was.
'Still, I prefer to have it,' she answered sullenly, casting down her eyes.
I was so much enraged, I went without a word and fetched it, and, bringing it to her where she stood, in the same place, put it into her hands.