“You are going away?” she said with great distress.
“Yes. Do you think I can stay under the same roof as my husband after what has passed? Is it necessary to explain?” she asked wearily.
“No, dear; but won’t you take a little time for consideration?” Lady Ethel said anxiously.
“I am leaving here at once. Will you come with me?” Lady Mildred cried impetuously.
“Of course I shall, but I think you ought to give your husband a chance of explaining.”
“I wish never to see him again. I hate him.”
Orders had already been given that the large car should be got ready, and when directions had been given for the forwarding of their luggage, Lady Mildred led the way to the hall.
“Surely you will write to John,” Lady Ethel suggested diffidently.
“Yes—I will.” And Lady Mildred crossed to the table on which there was a box of stationery.
“To my dying day I shall regret that I am your wife,” she wrote and sealed the envelope and handed it to a footman.