Dodsworth by Sinclair Lewis

After Fran had cried, "Good night--such a happy evening--auf Wiedersehen!" to Minna von Escher, she was silent for a minute, and it was a minute of sixty-thousand seconds, each weighted with fury, like the minute of suspense before a thunder-shower, in a meadow land where the grass turns poison-green with fear. Sam waited, trying to think of something to think.

She spoke in the manner of a school-teacher who has endured too much but who is still trying to keep her temper: "Sam, Heaven knows I don't ask much of you in the way of social graces. But I do think I have a right to ask you not to be so selfish that you spoil not only all my pleasure but that of everybody else! I really don't see why you should always and unfailingly demand that everybody do what YOU want!"