He steps into the room, and she comes in too, closing both the doors behind her. There is a wild disturbance--is it fear or anger?--in her eyes. In her carriage and all else she looks as she looked downstairs two hours ago.
Is it fear or is it anger now? He cannot be sure. Both might be as pale, both as intent.
"Lady Dedlock?"
She does not speak at first, nor even when she has slowly dropped into the easy-chair by the table. They look at each other, like two pictures.
"Why have you told my story to so many persons?"

He steps back into the room, and she comes in too, closing the door behind her. There is a wild disturbance - is it fear or anger? - in her eyes. In all else she looks as she looked downstairs two hours ago.
"Lady Dedlock?"
She does not speak at first, not even when she has slowly dropped into the easy-chair. They look at each other.
"Why have you told my story to so many persons?"
