You must give time for calmness and reflection." "She is my wife!" exclaimed Mr.Dexter, not able to control himself.
The manner in which this was said conveyed clearly his thought to Mrs.Loring, and she replied with equal feeling-- "But not your slave to command!" "Madam! I warn you not to enter into this league against me--not to become a party in this wicked scheme! If you do, then you must bear the consequences of such blind folly.

I am not the man to submit tamely.

I will not submit." "You are simply beating the air," replied Mrs.Loring.

"There is no league against you--no wicked scheme--nothing beyond your own excited imagination; and I warn you, in turn, not to proceed one step further in this direction." "Madam! can I see my wife ?" The attitude of Mr.Dexter was threatening.
"No, sir.

Not now," was the firmly spoken answer.
He turned to go.
"Mr.Dexter." "Well?
Say on." "I do not wish you to call here again." "Madam! my wife is harboring here." "I will give my servant orders not to admit you!" said Mrs.Loring, outraged by this remark.
For an instant Dexter looked as if he would destroy her, were it in his power, by a single glance; then turning away he left the house, muttering impotent threats.
And so the breach grew wider.
"I don't wonder that Jessie could not live with him," said Mrs.
Loring to herself.