"No," she said savagely. "I hear only Woodham's mocking laughter!... And it sounds like a goat bleating."
"Darling!" he cried in amaze.
"I told you not to 'darling' me. How dared you change our lives without a word of consultation?"
"Amber!" His voice was pained now. "I prepared a surprise for the anniversary of our wedding. One can't consult about surprises."
"Keep your quibbles for the House! But perhaps there is no House, either."
"Naturally. I have done with it all. I have written for the Chiltern Hundreds."
"You are mad, Walter. You must take it all back."
"I can't, Amber. I have quarrelled hopelessly with the Party. The Prime Minister will never forgive what I said at the Council to-day. The luxury of speaking one's mind is expensive. I ought never to have joined any Party. I am only fit to be Independent."
"Independence leads nowhere." She rose angrily. "And this is to be the end of your Career! The Career you married me for!"
"I did wrong, Amber. But before one finds the true God, one worships idols."