I have found my mistake.

Go! If you were monarch of the world, I would not marry you now." He ground his teeth with a savage oath of fury and rage.

The letter she had sent him was still in his hand.

He tore it fiercely into fragments, and flung them in a white shower at her feet.
"I will go," he said; "but I shall remember this day, and so shall you.
I shall take good care to let the world know how you behave to an honourable man when a dishonourable one deserts you." With the last unmanly taunt he was gone, banging the house door after him until the old mansion shook.

And Kate fled back to her room, and fell down on her knees before her little white bed, and prayed with a passionate outburst of tears for strength to bear her bitter, bitter cross.
Later in the day a man from the village hotel came to Danton Hall for the baronet's luggage.