“I will.”
He went back to the room and brought out a little brown Testament. “Now then: So help you God!”
She swore.
“Very good!”
“Now I supplicate you, Richard, to whom I belong, and whom I wish to honour and obey, as I vowed, to let me in.”
“Think it over well. You know what it means. Having you back in the house was one thing—this another. So think again.”
“I have thought—I wish this!”
“That’s a complaisant spirit—and perhaps you are right. With a lover hanging about, a half-marriage should be completed. But I repeat my reminder this third and last time.”
“It is my wish! … O God!”
“What did you say ‘O God’ for?”