It was here that you gave your consent, less than a year ago." He had been pacing the floor, back and forth across the space in front of the fireplace, in which logs were blazing on this raw February afternoon.
Now he stopped once more to face her resolutely.
"I insist that it is my right to see Anne," he said.

His eyes were bloodshot, his cheek pallid.

"I must hear from her own lips that she no longer considers herself bound to me by the promise made a year ago.

I demand that much of her.

She owes it to me, if not to herself, to put an end to the farce before she turns to tragedy.