"Call it what you want," he said, "all I know is that you're my wife and I married you to settle down to a decent, self-respecting home life and that a sensible woman leaves her whims behind her." She stood with her hands to the beat of her throat, looking at him as if he had hunted her into her corner, which he had not. "Let me go," she said. He seemed trying to gain control of his large, loose hands, clenching and unclenching them. "Good God!" he said. "What say?" "It's no use! I've tried. I'm wrong. Something in me is stronger than you or mamma or papa or--or environment. All my life I've been fighting against just--just--this. And now I've let it trap me." "Darn funny time to be finding it out." "That's the terrible part! To think it took this--marriage--to awaken me to a meaning of myself." "Bah! Your meaning to yourself is no better than any other woman's." "A month ago it would have been so simple--to have had the courage--then. To have realized then! Why--why can life be like that?" "Like what?" "You remember the night coming home from the Highlands? I tried to tell you. Something in me was rebelling. Ask mamma; papa. They knew! That's been my great trouble. My desires for myself were never strong enough to combat their desires for me. They've always placed me under such ghastly obligation for their having brought me into the world. Their obligation is to _me_, for having brought me here, the accident of their desires! But I let the molasses lake of family sentiment--suck--me in. If only I had fought harder! It took this trap--marriage! All of a sudden I'm awake! Don't try to keep me, Albert. I haven't known until this minute that my mind is made up. So made up that it frightens me even more than you. I'd rather be on my own in a garret, Albert! It's kinder to tell you. We mustn't get into this thing deeper. Nothing can change me. Don't try." She put up her hands as if to ward off some sort of blow, but in her heart not afraid, and she wanted to be afraid of him. He did whirl a chair toward her by the back, but sat down, jerking her into one opposite, facing her so that their knees touched, and she could see the spots on his temples that responded so to beefsteak, throbbing. Her terror rose a little to the volume of his silence. His head was so square. She wanted him to rage and she to hurl herself against his storm. Her whole being wanted a lashing. She could pinch herself to the capacity of her strength without wincing. But on the contrary, his voice, when it came, was muted. "Lilly," he said, "you're sick. You're affected with the heat." His look of utter daze irritated her. "Sick! You mean I was sick before! I'm well now." "You're either sick or crazy!" "I'm trapped. I was born trapped, but now I tell you I'm free! Something up here in my brain--down here in my heart--has set me free! You can't keep me. No one can. I want out!" "In God's name, what are you driving at?"