"What!" she exclaimed in turn. "Do you mean I'm to have no servant!"
"What for?"
"Then it's true," she cried vehemently. "You were bringing me to this garret to be your servant! This is the kindness you promised me—this is your generosity!"
"Sheila!" he cried in fear, as she gathered her cape about her.
"This, then, is what your love means!" she continued angrily. "So you expect me to come to this, do you? A kennel! A dining-room without a chair for a friend!"
"I have no friends!"
"So you thought, did you," she said scornfully, "that I would cook for you, wash for you, clean for you, make your bed for you? You call that getting a wife! You are wrong, you don't want a wife—you want a slave! Go and get one!"
"Sheila, one moment,—Sheila!" he cried, seeing her about to depart.
She paused, and then, with a toss of her head, returned and sat down. Presently she said sadly, her eyes filling with tears: