"I hate her, and she knows that I hate her, and she ought not to have thought of coming," said Mrs.Trevelyan.
But she was at last beaten out of this purpose by Nora's argument, that all the world would be against her if she refused to see her husband's old friend.

And then, though the letter was an odious letter, as she declared a dozen times, she took some little comfort in the fact that not a word was said in it about the baby.
She thought that if she could take her child with her into any separation, she could endure it, and her husband would ultimately be conquered.
"Yes; I'll see her," she said, as they finished the discussion.

"As he chooses to send her, I suppose I had better see her.

But I don't think he does much to mend matters when he sends the woman whom he knows I dislike more than any other in all London." Exactly at twelve o'clock Lady Milborough's carriage was at the door.
Trevelyan was in the house at the time and heard the knock at the door.

During those two or three days of absolute wretchedness, he spent most of his hours under the same roof with his wife and sister-in-law, though he spoke to neither of them.