“It can’t go on. It’s miserable folly. It’s ruin. It’s beggary. . . . Where were you married? When?” She pounced on Bennett.
“A fortnight ago. At St. Barnabas; banns and everything. We signed the register. I forbid you to interfere.”
“Silence.”
“I will not be silent. I have taken my own life into my own hands. I am going to have my own money and my own house. I shall leave your house to-night, and I shall not enter it again until you ask me and my wife together.”
“That’s right, laddie,” said Tibby quietly.
Mrs. Lawrie opened her mouth to rend Tibby, who added:
“I canna thole a man that winnot stand by his own doings.”
Mrs. Lawrie turned to Bennett and said:
“May you never have a child to hurt you as you have hurt me this day.”
The wild frenzy that had possessed Bennett oozed away, and weakly he asked: