“I’ll have you put out.”
“You don’t dare, Becky—you don’t dare!”...
Two pages more of this, and then Becky breaks out grandly:
“What do you want, anyway? You have had everything I have to give: my hospitality, my bread, my wine, my couch, my affection, gift-tokens of my love—what do you want?”
Kirby explains that he wants a wife and a soulmate—“a mind to be the companion of my mind.” But Becky refuses to marry him. Instead she goes to her bedroom and then returns with Kirby’s letters:
“Here are your letters. You’ve stayed and had your say out. And now that you’ve said it, you can see for yourself that you have no case against me.... Here are your letters.”
“I don’t want them.”
“Very well, I’ll tear them up.”
She proceeded to do so.
“Now all the evidence is destroyed,” he said.