At length, after half an hour perhaps, my husband knocked at the door of my little room.
"Are you there?" he asked.
I made no answer.
"Open the door."
I sat motionless.
"You needn't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything. I've something to say."
Still I made no reply. My husband went away for a moment and then came back.
"If you are determined not to open the door I must say what I've got to say from here. Are you listening?"
Sitting painfully rigid I answered that I was.
Then he told me that what I was doing would entitle him to annul our marriage—in the eyes of the Church at all events.