His alarm increased.

What had he against her, after all, except ancient suspicions, now so confused and indefinite that memory itself outlawed the case, if it ever really existed.

What had she against him?
Facts--unless she was more stupid than any of her sex he had ever encountered.

And now, this defiance, this increasing prudence, this subtle change in her, began to make him anxious for the permanency of the small income she had allowed him during all these years--doled out to him, as he believed, though her dormant fear of him.
"What are you talking about ?" he said harshly.
"I believe I mentioned divorce." "Well, cut it out! D'ye see?
Cut it, I say.

You'd stand as much chance before a referee as a snowball in hell." "There's no telling," she said coolly, "until one tries." He glared at her, then burst into a laugh.