'He can't control his anger against me, and I
suffer too much when I am made to feel like this. I shall take a
lodging not far off where you can see me often.'
'But you have no money, Marian,' replied Mrs Yule, miserably.
'No money? As if I couldn't borrow a few pounds until all my own
comes to me! Dora Milvain can lend me all I shall want; it won't
make the least difference to her. I must have my money very soon
now.'
At about half-past eleven Mrs Yule went downstairs, and entered
the study.
'If you are coming to speak about Marian,' said her husband,
turning upon her with savage eyes, 'you can save your breath. I
won't hear her name mentioned.'
She faltered, but overcame her weakness.
'You are driving her away from us, Alfred. It isn't right! Oh, it
isn't right!'
'If she didn't go I should, so understand that! And if I go, you
have seen the last of me. Make your choice, make your choice!'
He had yielded himself to that perverse frenzy which impels a man
to acts and utterances most wildly at conflict with reason. His
sense of the monstrous irrationality to which he was committed
completed what was begun in him by the bitterness of a great
frustration.
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