"I mean every word of what I have said.
As for my being a child--well, you may be sorry some day that you have persisted in treating me like one." Sir Henry paused for a moment, watching her disappearing figure.

There was an unusual shade of trouble in his face.

His love for and confidence in his wife had been so absolute that even her threats had seemed to him like little morsels of wounded vanity thrown to him out of the froth of her temper.

Yet at that moment a darker thought crossed his mind.
Lessingham, he realised, was not a rival, after all, to be despised.

He was a man of courage and tact, even though Sir Henry, in his own mind, had labelled him as a fool.