"Let me go." And with that he flung her roughly from him.
A second she staggered, then, recovering her balance and without an instant's hesitation, she sped to the door.

Imagining her intent to be to lock him in La Boulaye sprang after her.

But it seemed that his mind had been more swift to fasten upon the wiser course than had hers.
Instead, she snatched the key and closed the door on the inside.

She wasted a moment fumbling at the lock, and even as he caught her by the waist the key slipped in, and before he dragged her back she had contrived to turn it, and now held it in her hand.

He laughed a trifle angrily as she twisted out of his grasp, and stood panting before him.
"You shall not leave this room with that paper," she gasped, her anger ever swelling, and now rendering her speech almost incoherent.
He set his arms akimbo, and surveyed her whimsically.
"My dear Cecile," quoth he, "if you will take no thought for my convenience, I beg that, at least, you will take some for your good name.