"It makes no difference,—I don't want it—I can't—that is all."
"You refuse to be my wife?"
"Yes,—that way."
"You take back your marriage vow?" (Larry was a high churchman, which fact had condoned much in the Bishop's eyes.)
"I take back—myself!"
Margaret's eyes shone, but her voice was calm.
"If you loved any other man—but you are as cold as ice!"
"Am I?"
"Yes! … I have been faithful to you always," he observed by way of defence and accusation.
Margaret rose from the couch, and looked down at her husband, almost compassionately. But when she spoke, her low voice shook with scorn:—