"Perhaps you have realized it for yourself." A shudder ran through her; color flooded into her face and out again, leaving it paler than before; yet she maintained a brave front that moved Mr.Caryll profoundly to an even greater admiration of her.
Rotherby, his great jaw set, his hands clenched and eyes blazing, stood irresolute between her and Mr.Caryll.Jenkins, in sheer terror, now sank limply to a chair, whilst Gaskell looked on--a perfect servant--as immovable outwardly and unconcerned as if he had been a piece of furniture.

Then his lordship turned again to Caryll.
"You take a deal upon yourself, sir," said he menacingly.
"A deal of what ?" wondered Mr.Caryll blandly.
The question nonplussed Rotherby.

He swore ferociously.

"By God!" he fumed, "I'll have you make good your insinuations.

You shall disabuse this lady's mind.