There had been some fierce scenes between them in which he had found her meet with a flare of fury words she would once have been cowed by.

He had spoken one day with the coarse slightingness of a selfish, irritable brute, of the domestic event which was before them.

He did not speak twice.
She sprang up before him and shook her clenched fist in his face, so near that he started back.
"Don't say a word!" she cried.

"Don't dare--don't dare.

I tell you--look out, if you don't want to be killed." During the outpouring of her frenzy he saw her in an entirely new light and made discoveries.