But now, his vile temper, his insupportable manner, his dominant egoism made any attempt of conciliation on her part impossible.

She had a temper too--she told herself, and her anger was righteous.

And she also had an egoism that wouldn't allow itself to be trampled on.

She had rights--of birth, of breeding, to say nothing of her rights of wifehood and womanhood for which she must insist upon respect.

If he would not bend to her, even to show her ordinary consideration and courtesy, then she would not lower her pride one iota before him.
Thoughts of this kind went through her mind as she lay smarting under the burning sense of outrage, until the reappearance of Mrs Hensor.
Then, the new effort she made in sending away the woman exhausted brain and body and left her with scarcely the power to think--certainly not to reason..