Finally, the
exasperated woman flung open the door, railed in a loud voice
along the passage, and left the house with an alarming crash.
It was not long before Mrs Yule returned. Before taking off her
things, she went down into the kitchen with certain purchases,
and there she learnt from the servant what had happened during
her absence. Fear and trembling possessed her--the sick, faint
dread always excited by her husband's wrath--but she felt obliged
to go at once to the study. The scene that took place there was
one of ignoble violence on Yule's part, and, on that of his wife,
of terrified self-accusation, changing at length to dolorous
resentment of the harshness with which she was treated. When it
was over, Yule took his hat and went out.
He did not return for the mid-day meal, and when Marian, late in
the afternoon, came back from the Museum, he was still absent.
Not finding her mother in the parlour, Marian called at the head
of the kitchen stairs. The servant answered, saying that Mrs Yule
was up in her bedroom, and that she didn't seem well.
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