"Do you mean what you say? Is this the impression you got from talking to Mrs. Bo?"
MARGOT: "Yes."
PETER: "In that case I will go and see her and ask her which of the two of you is lying! If it's you, you needn't bother yourself to leave this country, for I shall sell my horses. …I wish to God I had never met you!"
I felt very uncomfortable and unhappy, as in my heart I knew that Mrs. Bo had never said Peter was in love with her; she had not alluded to his feelings for her at all. I got up to stop him leaving the room and put myself in front of the door.
MARGOT: "Really, why make scenes! There is nothing so tiring; and you know quite well you are ill and ought to go to bed. Is there any object in going round the country discussing me?"
PETER: "Just go away, will you? I'm ill and want to get off."
I did not move; I saw he was white with rage. The idea of going round the country talking about me was more than he could bear; so I said, trying to mollify him:
"If you want to discuss me, I am always willing to listen; there is nothing I enjoy so much as talking about myself."
It was too late. All he said to me was:
"Do you mind leaving that door? You tire me and it's getting dark."