She rose from her seat and confronted her husband, the table being between them.

"Listen, Raymond; I _will not_ have Isabel Vane under my roof.

I hate her.

How could you be cajoled into sanctioning such a thing ?" "I was not cajoled, and my sanction was not asked," he mildly replied.
"I proposed it.

Where else is she to be ?" "I don't care where," was the obstinate retort.