"If it were not for you, my dear, I would tell the truth. I believe I shall go crazed an I do not."
"Dick!" ... She dropped the flowers on the floor and thought no more about them. "Dick!"
"Oh, you need have no fear! I do not suppose," bitterly, "that I have the courage to face them all now—after six years."
Lavinia moved restlessly, brushing her hand along the couch.
"You will not do it, Richard? Promise! You will not? I could not bear the disgrace of it; promise me you will never do it?"
"No," he said slowly, not looking at her. "No, I cannot promise that."
She sprang to her feet, flinging her broidery from her carelessly, and waved fierce, agitated little hands.
"That means you will do it. You want to disgrace me! You do not care how you hurt me by holding this threat over my head so cruelly! You—"
"Lavinia, for heaven's sake!" he implored, pushing back his chair. "Calm yourself!" He knew she was about to fly into one of her sudden passions, and frowned with acute vexation.
"I will not! Oh yes, yes! You think me a shrew! I know! I know! But you need not frown on me, sir, for you are worse! No, I will not hush. I am a horrid woman, yes, but you are a cheat—a cheat—a cheat!"