There was no love in his voice or in his heart at that moment.

Than desire of her nothing was further from his mind.

It was his pride that was up in arms, his wounded dignity that cried out to him to avenge himself upon her, and to punish her for having no miserably duped him.

That she was unwilling to go with him only served to increase his purpose of taking her, since the more unwilling she was the more would she be punished.
"Citoyenne, I am waiting for you to alight," he said peremptorily.
"Monsieur, I am very well as I am," she answered him, and leaning slightly from the coach--"Drive on, Blaise," she commanded.
But La Boulaye cocked a pistol.
"Drive so much as a yard," he threatened "and I'll drive you to the devil." Then, turning once more to Suzanne: "Never in my life, Citoyenne have I employed force to a woman," he said.

"I trust that you will not put me to the pain of commencing now." "Stand back, Monsieur," was her imperious answer.