 with a slight sneer. »But since
you decline, we shall stay indoors.«
    He laid down his hat again, lit his cigar, and walked up and down the room,
pausing now and then to look out of the windows. Gwendolen's temper told her to
persist. She knew very well now that Grandcourt would not go without her; but if
he must tyrannise over her, he should not do it precisely in the way he would
choose. She would oblige him to stay in the hotel. Without speaking again she
passed into the adjoining bedroom, and threw herself into a chair with her
anger, seeing no purpose or issue - only feeling that the wave of evil had
rushed back upon her, and dragged her away from her momentary breathing-place.
    Presently Grandcourt came in with his hat on, but threw it off and sat down
sideways on a chair nearly in front of her, saying, in his superficial drawl -
    »Have you come round yet? or do you find it agreeable to be out of temper?
You make things uncommonly pleasant for me.«
    »Why do you want to make them unpleasant for me?« said Gwendolen, getting
helpless again, and feeling the hot tears rise.
    »Now, will you be good enough to say what it is you have to complain of?«
said Grandcourt, looking into her eyes, and using his most inward voice. »Is it
that I stay indoors when you stay?«
    She could give no answer. The sort of truth that made any excuse for her
anger could not be uttered. In the conflict of despair and humiliation she began
to sob, and the tears rolled down her cheeks - a form of agitation which she had
never shown before in her husband's presence.
    »I hope this is useful,« said Grandcourt, after a moment or two. »All I can
say is, it's most confoundedly unpleasant. What the devil women can see in this
kind of thing, I don't know. You see something to be got by it, of course. All I
can see is, that we shall be shut up here when we might have been having a
pleasant sail.«
    »Let us go, then,« said Gwendolen, impetuously. »Perhaps we shall be
drowned.« She began to sob again.
    This extraordinary behaviour, which had evidently some relation to Deronda,
gave more definiteness to Grandcourt's conclusions. He drew his chair quite
close in front of her, and said, in a low tone, »Just be quiet
