"But are you serious?—do you wish to leave me?"
"Very serious."
"But what have I done? I am sure my life is spent in trying to make you happy. Every wish of yours, as soon as it is expressed, I endeavour to gratify."
"Then my wish is never to see you again; gratify that!"
"My dear Hester, be reasonable! You are angry now—I don't know wherefore—I won't inquire, if it displeases you—but you will get over this to-morrow, you will have forgotten it. To-morrow I will come and see you."
"I will not see you; so spare yourself the trouble."
"Not see me! Is everything over then between us? Is this your calm decision?"
"It is. I have told you so before. What makes you doubt it? Do you suppose your society is so fascinating that I cannot relinquish it? Try me!"
"I will," said Sir Chetsom, buttoning his coat, and rising in concentrated anger.
"Do so."