"But it must," she answered.
"Never again; never again."
"At least, I must stay here for some days, until I can decide where my residence shall be," she persisted, her voice taking the unpleasant shriek that it always took in anger. "You can't deny me that."
Mr. Greatorex raised his hand as if to waive off the argument and the words. "Philip shall see you to an hotel, if you feel incompetent to drive to one with your maid," he said, slightly sarcastic. "But, under my roof; it once sheltered in happiness my poor son; you may not remain."
"I was your son's wife," she passionately said.
"I will tell you what you were to him, if you wish. I don't press it."
"Well?"
"His curse."
"Thank you."
"His curse before marriage; his curse after it."