Half crying, she turned away and ran from the room. The moment she was gone the two men bristled upon one another, my lord opening with a snarl—
“There are limits, sir, to my forbearance.”
“The first I’ve known of them,” was the sharp response.
“What’s that?”
“Why, what I say.”
“My wife——”
“Is she your wife? One would never guess it from the way you treat her.”
“My wife, I say——”
“We’ll take her word for’t—not yours.”
“Do you quarrel with me, George?”