"Before we go any further, Rosemary," he said with a savage oath, "I'll have it out with you. Are you still in love with Peter Blakeney?"
"I refuse to answer," Rosemary said calmly. "You have no longer the right to ask me such a question."
"No longer the right," he retorted with a harsh laugh. "You are still my wife, my dear. What happened this morning will not give you your freedom in law, remember."
"I know that, Jasper. What happened this morning has broken my life, but, as you say, it cannot give me my freedom, save with your consent."
He gave a derisive chuckle. "And you are reckoning on that, are you?" he asked dryly.
"I am reckoning on it."
"Then all I can say, my dear, is that, for a clever woman, your calculations are singularly futile."
"I don't think so," she rejoined. "I know enough about the laws of England to know that they do not compel me to live under your roof."
"You mean that you intend to leave me?"
"I do."