Only just married, and going
about like two vagabonds, and talk to me like that!"
"We are not going about like two vagabonds. We have taken a house in
Mayfair."
"Say a stable."
"It was by your advice, you false-hearted creature."
"You are a fool."
"You are worse; you are a traitress."
"Then don't you have anything to do with me."
"Heaven forbid I should, you treacherous thing!"
"You insolent--insolent--I hate you."
"And I despise you."
"I always hated you at bottom."
"That's why you pretended to love me, you wretch."
"Well, I pretend no more. I am your enemy for life."
"Thank you. You have told the truth for once in your life."
"I have. And he shall never call in your husband; so you may leave
Mayfair as soon as you like."
"Not to please you, madam. We can get on without traitors."
And so they parted, with eyes that gleamed like tigers.
Rosa drove home in great agitation, and tried to tell Christopher; but
choked, and became hysterical. The husband-physician coaxed and scolded
her out of that; and presently in came Uncle Philip, full of the humors
of the auction-room. He told about the little boy with a delight that
disgusted Mrs. Staines, and then was particularly merry on female
friendships.
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