What is it makes fire flash in the old eyes of the new husband? Was it a humiliating box on the ear—the right ear? Yes—yes.
She came out from the door-way.
Meanwhile the young Norina asked herself if she were not going too far.
“Then I may go now?”
“Yes, go where you like. Go anywhere, so that you don’t come back.”
“I shall then see you to-morrow—hem!”
“You will find my doors closed.”
“Bah! be not a tyrant, poor grandfather. Sleep well, and when the morning comes, I will call you.”
And she sailed out grandly.
“Divorce, divorce!” he shrieked out as the lady left him—“divorce! if this is wedlock—what’s that?”