His jaw was set, and his face strangely white.
"You said you were going to bed." "I was going to bed, Marty dear." "What are you doing here, then ?" "I changed my mind, old boy, and went out to dinner." "Chucked me in favor of Palgrave." "No, I didn't." "What then ?" "He rang up after you'd gone; and going to bed like an old crock seemed silly and feeble, and so I dressed and went out." "Why with that rotter Palgrave ?" "Why not?
And why rotter ?" "You don't answer my question!" "Have I got to answer your question ?" "You're my wife, although you don't seem to know it; and I object to Pargrave." "I can't help that, Marty.

I like him, you see, and humble little person as I am, I can't be expected to turn my back on every one except the men you choose for me." "I don't choose any men for you.

I want you for myself." "Dear old Marty, but you've got me forever!" "No, I haven't.

You're less mine now than you were when I only saw you in dreams.

But all the same you're my wife, and I tell you now, you sha'n't be handled by a man like Palgrave." They were in the middle of the floor.