Did she imagine that he was a callow youth crossed in love?
He drew his arm away sharply.

There was something too domestic in all this to be borne with patience.

Humiliating, also, he had to confess.
"When did I ever give you the right to delve into my private affairs ?" he asked, with amazing cruelty.

"We're married,--isn't that enough?
I've given you everything I have except my independence.

You can't ask for more than that,--from me." He added "from me" because the expression of pain on her pretty face made him out to be a brute, and he was not that.