"What _is_ of consequence to me, is your conduct as my wife, and that I object to altogether!" There is a long pause, and then-- _"My_ conduct ?" says she slowly.

She lifts her hands and runs them softly though her loose hair, and looks at him all the time; so standing, few could vie with her in beauty.

She pauses.

"And yours ?" asks she.
"Mine ?" "Yes, yours! I don't know what you mean about my conduct.

But you, you have been dancing all the night with that horrid Mrs.Bethune.
Yes!"-- letting her hands fall, and coming towards him with a face like a little angry angel--"you may say what you like, but you _have_ been dancing all night with her.