He quitted the room when Bella had said this, relenting in her wilful inconsistent way. Left alone, she threw herself back on her ottoman, and said, “I didn’t know the lovely woman was such a dragon!” Then, she got up and looked in the glass, and said to her image, “You have been positively swelling your features, you little fool!” Then, she took an impatient walk to the other end of the room and back, and said, “I wish Pa was here to have a talk about an avaricious marriage; but he is better away, poor dear, for I know I should pull his hair if he was here.” And then she threw her work away, and threw her book after it, and sat down and hummed a tune, and hummed it out of tune, and quarrelled with it.

And John Rokesmith, what did he?