He turned and looked at her.
"You what ?" "I cease to be your wife." "How do you manage that ?" he asked.
"Don't jest," she begged.

"It hurts me so.

What I mean is surely plain enough.

I will continue to live under your roof if you wish it, or I am perfectly willing to go back to Wood Norton.

I will continue to bear your name because I must, but the other ties between us are finished." "You don't mean this, Philippa," he said gravely.
"But I do mean it," she insisted.