Daphne stood before him--but with the eyes of a mad woman.

Her hand shook on the handle of the door.
"What are you doing here ?" She flung out the question like a blow.
"Hallo, Daphne!--is that you ?" He tried to laugh.

"I'm only looking up some old papers; no joke, in all this rubbish." He pointed to it.
"What old papers ?" "Well, you needn't catechize me!" he said, nettled by her tone, "or not in that way, at any rate.

I couldn't sleep, and I came up here to look for something I wanted.

Why did you shut your door on me ?" He looked at her intently, his lips twitching a little.