"I am going to give you fair warning, Harry. If you go to this party and meet other women while I am left at home, I shall...."
"You'll what?" he said, recoiling from her heavy breathing ugliness.
"I shall go a good old blind tonight, I warn you."
She spoke with full knowledge of the effort he had made to help her and all that it had cost him.
"It won't be half a blind, I'm telling you," she said, reading his eyes. "I've done my best for weeks and weeks to please you. I've hardly touched a drop—and this is all the thanks I get. I'm flesh and blood like other people."
She saw with malicious triumph that she had him cornered.
"Look here, Cora," he said, "it's too late to get out of this now. It wouldn't be fair or right for me to break my word to Mr. Ambrose. But I'll promise this. If you will only keep sober tonight, I'll never go to another party without ... without your permission."
"Without my permission!"
"Without you, then, if that's what you want me to say."
"Oh, yes! I don't think!"