"Who has a better right?" he queried.
"You miserable beast," she said again.
"Who has a better right to kiss you than your husband? Your lover?" he sneered.
"Go!" she cried, pointing to the door. "Go! and never speak to me again."
"Why all these melodramatics?" he inquired. "What have I done that is wrong—how have I offended?"
"I have asked you to leave the house," she answered. "If you go quietly at once well and good. If you do not"—laying her hand on the button in the wall behind her—"I shall ring for Tompkins and bid him summon the police."
"Still melodramatic!" he laughed.
She pressed the button.
"You shall decide whether the butler shows you out or summons an officer," she replied.