"You needn't be afraid. I'm not going to do anything. I've something to
say."
Still I made no reply. My husband went away for a moment and then came
back.
"If you are determined not to open the door I must say what I've got to
say from here. Are you listening?"
Sitting painfully rigid I answered that I was.
Then he told me that what I was doing would entitle him to annul our
marriage--in the eyes of the Church at all events.
If he thought that threat would intimidate me he was mistaken--a wave of
secret joy coursed through me.
"It won't matter much to me--I'll take care it won't--but it will be a
degrading business for you--invalidity and all that. Are you prepared
for it?"