Yet, ready as he was to attribute culpability to her conduct, it was hard even for him to reconcile her smooth, artless brow, her frank, limpid eyes, her delicate, sensitive lips, with any act that savored of unworthiness or deceit.
"It's hard to look at you and believe you guilty of wrong," he said resentfully.
"It makes no difference to me what you believe," she snapped.

"I'm through with you! I shall obtain a divorce." The storm which had been gathering force within him all morning now broke in all its fury.
"You're going to get a divorce!" he cried ironically.

"You still pretend to be the injured one.

You and Whitmore have it all framed up--eh! But I tell you you've miscalculated this time! No man can wreck my home with impunity! No man can enter my house to steal my wife--and get away with it.

I've been blind a long time, but my eyes are wide open now." He walked to the telephone at the rear of the hall and lifted the receiver off the hook.
"What are you going to do ?" she demanded.
"Call up your brother.