"You are more than kind," he said.
"But--I think I shall get on better for the future without your support." And with the words he turned on his heel and went out.
"Hateful person!" cried Mrs.Ingleton.

"Gilbert, he has insulted me! Go after him and kick him! Gilbert! How dare you ?" Ingleton was quietly but firmly impelling her back into the boudoir.

"You go and sit down!" he said.

"Sit down and be quiet! There's been enough of this." It was the first time in her knowledge that he had ever asserted himself.

Mrs.Ingleton stared at him wildly for a second or two, then, seeing that he was in earnest, subsided into a chair with a burst of hysterical weeping, declaring that no one ever treated her so brutally before.
She expected to be soothed, comforted, propitiated, but no word of solace came.