His cheeks were very white, and something like a scowl was blackening his heavy, insipid face.
"Lucille," he said, "you are very foolish.

It is not much I ask of you, but that little I will have or I pledge my word to it that things shall go ill with you and your husband.

There is plain speech for you.

Do not be absurd.

Come within, and let us talk.