There was a sound of outrage in the voice.
“Didn’t I kick that sweep out of the house?” he added. “Didn’t I?”
“I believe you asked Mr. Carey not to call anymore.”
Lady Holme’s voice had no excitement in it.
“Asked him! I—”
“Don’t make such a noise, Fritz. The men will hear you.”
“I told him if he ever came again I’d have him put out.”
“Well, he never has come again.”
“What d’you mean by speakin’ to him? What d’you mean by it?”
Lady Holme knew that her husband was a thoroughly conventional man, and, like all conventional men, had a horror of a public scene in which any woman belonging to him was mixed up. Such a scene alone was quite enough to rouse his wrath. But there was in his present anger something deeper, more brutal, than any rage caused by a breach of the conventions. His jealousy was stirred.