He was bewildered. "What does this mean?" he asked.
"It is for a hospital-ship."
"Sixty thousand pounds! Why, it is nearly all you have."
"It is two-thirds of what I have."
"Why—in God's name, why?"
"To buy my freedom," she answered, bitterly.
"From what?"
"From you."
He staggered back and leaned heavily against a bookcase.
"Freedom from me!" he exclaimed, hoarsely.