He looked at her steadfastly.
"There is another way," he suggested. "I might divorce you."
Her eyes fell before the steely light in his. She did her best, however, to keep her voice steady.
"That would not suit me," she admitted. "I could not be received at Court, and there are other social penalties which I am not inclined to face. In the case of a disagreement like ours, if the man realises his duty, it is he who is willing to bear the sacrifice."
"Under some circumstances, yes," he agreed. "In our case, however, there is a certain consideration upon which I have forborne to touch—"
It was as much her anger as anything else which induced her lack of self-control. She gave a little cry.
"Andrew, you are detestable!" she exclaimed. "Let us end this conversation. You have said all that you wish to say?"
"Everything."
"Please go away, then," she begged. "I am expecting visitors. I think that we understand each other."
He rose to his feet.