"Your ground? Our ground, you mean. Really, how you do mix things up."
"My ground, I mean. You have no more to do with it than--than the jailer who let you out of the prison gate, to prey upon the world again."
She had evidently learnt her lesson from Mr Morice in the nick of time.
"Don't be silly; you don't know what you're talking about. What's yours is mine; what's the wife's the husband's."
"That's a lie, and you know it. I know it's a lie, as you'll discover. This side of that fence is my property. If you trespass on it I'll summon my gamekeepers--there are always plenty of them about--and I'll have you thrown off it. What you do on the other side of the fence is no business of mine. That belongs to someone who is well able to deal with men like you."
"This is a cheerful hearing, upon my word! Can this virago be the loving wife I've come all this way to see? No, it can't be--it must be a delusion. Let me tell you again--don't be silly. Where the wife is the husband's a perfect right to be. That's the law of England and it's the law of God."
"It's neither when the husband is such as you. Let me repeat my advice to you--don't trespass on my ground."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find a gamekeeper; to warn him that bad characters are about, and to instruct him how to deal with them."
"Stop! don't talk nonsense to me like that! Have you forgotten what kind of man I am?"