And men alone can understand how irritating my silence must have been to my husband.
"You want time ?" he repeated.

"I ask you again--what for ?" My self-control, pushed to its extremest limits, failed me.

The rash reply flew out of my lips, like a bird set free from a cage.
"I want time," I said, "to accustom myself to my right name." He suddenly stepped up to me with a dark look.
"What do you mean by your 'right name ?'" "Surely you know," I answered.

"I once thought I was Mrs.Woodville.

I have now discovered that I am Mrs.Macallan." He started back at the sound of his own name as if I had struck him--he started back, and turned so deadly pale that I feared he was going to drop at my feet in a swoon.