"Because they have threatened to put me—in a madhouse."
"Nobody ever thought of so treating you," said his wife.
"Your father did,—and your mother. They told me so."
"Look here, Trevelyan. Sir Marmaduke and Lady Rowley are gone. They will have sailed, at least, before we can reach England. Whatever may have been either their wishes or their power, they can do nothing now. Here something would be done,—very soon; you may take my word for that. If you will return with me and your wife, you shall choose your own place of abode. Is not that so, Emily?"
"He shall choose everything. His boy will be with him, and I will be with him, and he shall be contradicted in nothing. If he only knew my heart towards him!"
"You hear what she says, Trevelyan?"
"Yes; I hear her."
"And you believe her?"
"I'm not so sure of that. Stanbury, how should you like to be locked up in a madhouse and grin through the bars till your heart was broken? It would not take long with me, I know."
"You shall never be locked up;—never be touched," said his wife.