In all their married life she had never known him to show such stubborn
force. He was like granite, and the unbelievable change in him,
upsetting all her preconceived notions of the man, appalled her. There
had been times in the past when they had clashed, but he had never
really matched his will with hers, and she had judged him weak and
spiritless. Now, therefore, failing to dominate him as usual, she was
filled with a strange feeling of helplessness and terror.
"You had no right to accept such evidence," she stormed.
"Bah! Why try to fool me? I have your own words for it. The other
afternoon I came home sick--with my head. I was on the gallery outside
when you were pleading with him, and I heard it all. You talked that
night about Taboga, your guilty kisses and other things; you
acknowledged everything. But he was growing tired of you. That, you
know, makes it all the more effective." He smiled in an agonized fury.
"You--cur!" she cried, with the fury of one beating barehanded at a
barred door. "You had no right to do such a thing even if I were
guilty."
"Right? Aren't you my wife?"
The look she gave him was heavy with loathing. "That means nothing with
us. I never loved you, and you know it. You know, too, why I married
you. I made no secret of it at the time. You had what I wanted, and I
had what you wanted; but you were content with the bargain because I
gave you money, position, and power. I never promised anything more
than that. I made you into something like a man. You never could have
succeeded without me. All you have is due to me--even your reputation
in the service. Your success, your influence, it is all mine, and the
only thing you gave me was a name; any other would have done as well."
He shrank a little under this tirade, despite his exaltation.
"Marriage!" she continued, in bitter scorn. "A priest mumbled something
over us, but it meant nothing then or now. I have tolerated you because
you were useful. I have carried you with me as I carry a maid or a
butler. I bought a manikin and dressed it up and put breath into it for
my own convenience, and I owe you nothing, do you understand--nothing!
The debt is all on your side, as you and I and all the world know."
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