“Oh, she is sure to have gone to my house,” said Connie. “But suppose she has n't,” said Morland, anxiously. “She was in such a state that anything is possible.”
“Come with me if you like. The brougham is here.”
“And you go too, Eliza, and bring her home with you, d' ye hear?” cried Mr. Hardacre. “If you don't, she'll never set foot in my house again. I'm damned if she shall!”
His wife looked at him queerly for a moment; then she meekly answered:
“Very well, Benjamin.”
Once only during their long married life had she flouted him when he had spoken to her like that. Then in ungovernable fury he had thrown a boot at her head.
Mr. Hardacre glared at Morland and Connie, and scrambled cursing into his chair.