'I assume that I can believe your word—that is why I'm not leaving you.
Do you accept my terms?'
His eyes flashed; he walked towards her violently, overturning a little table.
'No, I don't,' he said, 'and I never shall! It's infernal, unjust, ridiculous. You are my wife!'
She seemed not offended at his violence, but she said—
'Think it over till tomorrow. You understand that unless you agree to our each going our own way I shall not remain here.'
He came a step nearer. At this moment the door opened and the servant announced lunch.
Cecil, without saying another word, went out of the house. The door banged loudly.
At the sound Hyacinth burst into tears. 'Oh, why am I so miserable?' she sobbed.
CHAPTER XXXVI
Raggett's Sense of Humour