"I refuse to go to the theater to be insulted.

How dare you doubt my word?
If there is a note you had better read it and see what it says." [Illustration: "With his English self-control and horror of a scene, he followed his wife to the door."] So Lord Tancred picked up the speaking-tube and told the chauffeur to go back to the Ritz.
They both sat silent, palpitating with rage, and when they got there he followed her into the lift and up to the sitting-room.
He came in and shut the door and strode over beside her, and then he almost hissed, "You are asking too much of me.

I demand an explanation.

Tell me yourself about it.

Here is your note." Zara took it, with infinite disdain, and, touching it as though it were some noisome reptile, she opened it and read aloud, _"Beautiful Comtesse, when can I see you again ?"_ "The vile wretch!" she said contemptuously.