But I want you to have your freedom to marry that damned fool, Hamil." The quick blood stung her face under his sudden blunt brutality.
"You think that because I returned a little money to my family, it entitles me to publicly disgrace them ?" Malcourt's patience was fast going.
"Oh, for Heaven's sake, Shiela, shed your swaddling clothes and act like something adult.

Is there any reason why two people situated as we are cannot discuss sensibly some method of mitigating our misfortune?
I'll do anything you say in the matter.

Divorce is a good thing sometimes.
This is one of the times, and I'll give you every reason for a successful suit against me--" She rose, cheeks aflame, and in her eyes scorn ungovernable.
He rose too, exasperated.
"You won't consider it ?" he asked harshly.
"No." "Why not ?" "Because I'm not coward enough to ask others to bear the consequences of my own folly and yours!" "You little fool," he said, "do you think your family would let you endure me for one second if they knew how you felt?
Or what I am likely to do at any moment ?" She stood, without replying, plainly waiting for him to leave the room and her apartments.

All her colour had fled.
"You know," he said, with an ugly glimmer in his eyes, "I need not continue this appeal to your common sense, if you haven't got any; I can force you to a choice." "What choice ?"--in leisurely contempt.
He hesitated; then, insolently: "Your choice between--honest wifehood and honest divorce." For a moment she could not comprehend: suddenly her hands contracted and clinched as the crimson wave stained her from throat to brow.

But in her eyes was terror unutterable.
"I--I beg--your pardon," he stammered.