Yes! even if he saw you crushed and crying at his feet." Mrs.Presty interfered for the first time.
"In your place, Catherine," she said, "I would put my foot down on that man and crush _him_.

Consent to the Divorce, and you may do it." Mrs.Linley lay prostrate in her chair.

The excitement which had sustained her thus far seemed to have sunk with the sinking of her last hope.

Pale, exhausted, yielding to hard necessity, she looked up when her mother said, "Consent to the Divorce," and answered, "I have consented." "And trust me," Mr.Sarrazin said fervently, "to see that Justice is done, and to protect you in the meanwhile." Mrs.Presty added her tribute of consolation.
"After all," she asked, "what is there to terrify you in the prospect of a Divorce?
You won't hear what people say about it--for we see no society now.

And, as for the newspapers, keep them out of the house." Mrs.Linley answered with a momentary revival of energy: "It is not the fear of exposure that has tortured me," she said.