Kimberly nodded heartily in approval.
"But I have something to say about a man who pretended to be my friend----"
"I never pretended to be your friend."
"--And played traitor to me as you have done. But it's of a piece with your whole record. First you got me down here----"
"I never got you down here."
"--Then you began to lay your plans to ruin my home."
"What were you doing all this time? Trying to circumvent me by making your home happy or trying to help me by neglecting it?"
MacBirney shook his finger at Kimberly in rage. "You can't escape with smooth phrases. You broke up my home!"
Kimberly had regained his coolness. "No, you broke it up. Long before I ever saw you, you broke up your home. It was broken up and only waiting for some one to save your wife from the wreck. MacBirney, you have made a success of your business; one one-hundredth of the effort you have given to your business would have saved your home. Yet you thought you could treat your wife like a servant, humiliate and abuse her and still hold her forth a figurehead for your 'home'!" muttered Kimberly with scorn.
"You, yourself, put her up to the divorce. Deny that, will you?"