To Mary she would hardly speak a word.

She appeared at dinner and called her husband Mr.Masters when she helped him to stew.

All the afternoon she averred that her head was splitting, but managed to say many very bitter things about gentlemen in general, and expressed a vehement hope that that poor man Goarly would get at least a hundred pounds.

It must be owned, however, that at this time she had heard nothing of Lord Rufford's commission to her husband.
In the evening Larry came in and was at once told the terrible news.
"Larry," said Kate, "Mary is going away for a month." "Where are you going, Mary ?" asked the lover eagerly.
"To Lady Ushant's, Mr.Twentyman." "For a month!" "She has asked me for a month," said Mary.
"It's a regular fool's errand," said Mrs.Masters.

"It's not done with my consent, Mr.Twentyman.I don't think she ought to stir from home till things are more settled." "They can be settled this moment as far as I am concerned," said Larry standing up.
"There now," said Mrs.Masters.At this time Mr.Masters was not in the room.