"I don't believe in it," said Hilary in a low voice. "Nor in separation."
"I know—I know you don't. But...."
"You know what I believe. That marriage is a sacrament ... that it can't be broken or annulled...."
"But if one has broken it—"
"One may sin against it—but another's sin does not—does not justify—"
Hilary got up, putting down his glass with a shaking hand, and walked to the window.
"I know. I believe as you do," said Mary darkly.
"But ... how can I go back there?"
Over the pallor of her face swept a flaming colour, her eyes flashed with rage.
"In my own house!" she cried hoarsely.