"Amy! How dare you come here?" he cried, striding towards her.
She seemed in nowise affected by his anger; only her expression became, if possible, a trifle more contemptuous.
"Your manners have sadly deteriorated since we parted," she remarked, raising her eyebrows superciliously.
"Manners!" he exclaimed and his voice actually shook with rage. "May I ask how you expected to be received? Is it possible that you imagine that I am going to take you back?"
Her eyes narrowed, but she still appeared quite unconcerned.
"Do you know, I rather think you will," she drawled.
"Take you back, now that you have tired of your lover or he has become disgusted with you, which is probably nearer the truth. Do you think I am mad, or are you?"
He fancied that he saw her wince, but she replied calmly:
"Do not let us indulge in mutual recriminations. They are so futile."
"Mutual recriminations, indeed! I like that! What have you to reproach me with? Didn't I marry you to save you from disgrace and penury? Haven't I done everything I could to keep you straight?"