"Which settles your obligations toward them—puts them so deeply for ever in your debt that—" He hesitated, considering the chances, then, seriously persuasive:
"They are now in your debt, Shiela. They have sufficient proof of your unselfish affection for them to stand a temporary little shock. Why don't you administer it?"
"What shock?"—in an altered voice.
"Your divorce."
"I thought you were meaning that."
"I do mean it. You ought to have your freedom; you are ruining your own life and Hamil's, and—and—"
"Yours?"
"Let that go," he said almost savagely; "I can always get along. But I want you to have your freedom to marry that damned fool, Hamil."
The quick blood stung her face under his sudden blunt brutality.
"You think that because I returned a little money to my family, it entitles me to publicly disgrace them?"