“Give them to me.” He took the rings, and hurled them across the room.
“Donald, how can you treat me like this?” she protested weakly.
“I shall treat you as I like. Henceforth I am master in this house.”
“You have no right—” she began.
He took her by the arm, and flung her to the floor. “Get down on your knees,” he said, “and thank God that you have your husband, and your child, and a roof above your head.”
She looked up at him in wonder. He seemed no longer the kind and patient husband whom she had held in secret contempt because of what had seemed to her his lack of force—of spirit. Here was a man who meant to be obeyed.
“And, when you have done so,” she heard him saying, “ask Him to help you to be worthy of them. God knows you need it.” He stood over her, looking down at her with fierce determination.
She caught his glance, and her eyes fell. “You—you won’t let me go?” she faltered.
“No. Your place is here, and here you shall stay. I have stood all of this folly that I intend to stand.”