"Now, you won't forget! It is a bargain!" in the most empressé voice, as he pulled his head out of the carriage-window.
For the first mile or two of our journey neither of us spoke. Augustus lit a cigarette and smoked in a nervous way, and kept opening and shutting the window.
Then he swore at me. I will not say the words he used, but the sentence ended with a demand why I sat there looking like a "stuck pig."
I told him quietly that if he spoke to me like that I would not reply at all.
He got very angry and said he would have none of that nonsense; that I seemed to forget that I was his wife, and that he could do as he pleased with me.
"No, you cannot," I said. "I will not be spoken to like that."
"You'll be spoken to just as I jolly well please," was his refined reply. "Sitting there like a white wax doll, and giving yourself the airs of a duchess!"
I did not answer.
"A deaf and dumb doll, too," he said, with an oath.
He then asked where I had been all night, and what I had meant by daring to stay away from him.