"No; they are refused before you ask them. The law is in motion—nothing shall prevent me from getting my divorce."
"That you may marry this woman!" she blazed forth, jumping from her seat, with Lettice's book in her hand. It had been lying before her, and the name had caught her eye. "You shall never marry her—I swear it by my father's grave. You shall never divorce me!"
She flung the book in his face.
"Let me pass!" he said, moving quietly to the door.
"Never!"
She seized the dagger, and stood before him, swaying with her violent emotion.
"Let me pass," he said again, still pressing forward.
She raised the weapon in her hand. Not a moment too soon he grasped her wrist, and tried to take it from her with his other hand.
There was a struggle—a loud scream—a heavy fall—and silence.
A minute later Mrs. Gorman, attracted by the noise, burst into the room.