"Well, then...."
"But you have no right to bring that up against me. I don't grant you that right ... because, Tilly...."
"Right, right? What rights have I? I have no rights!.. I live in your house on sufferance."
"Tilly, be careful!"
"Why should I?"
"You're destroying our happiness."
"It doesn't exist."
"Yes, it does ... if...."
He passed his hand over his head. There was a cold wind blowing; and the beads of perspiration stood on his forehead.
"If you would be reasonable."