"You will, eh?" he sneered.

"Yes, we will."

He was astonished at the woman's determination, but it only
irritated him the more.

"Well, we'll see about that. It seems to me you're trying to run
things with a pretty high hand of late. You talk as though you
settled my affairs for me. Well, you don't. You don't regulate
anything that's connected with me. If you want to go, go, but
you won't hurry me by any such talk as that."

He was thoroughly aroused now. His dark eyes snapped, and he
crunched his paper as he laid it down. Mrs. Hurstwood said
nothing more. He was just finishing when she turned on her heel
and went out into the hall and upstairs. He paused for a moment,
as if hesitating, then sat down and drank a little coffee, and
thereafter arose and went for his hat and gloves upon the main
floor.

His wife had really not anticipated a row of this character. She
had come down to the breakfast table feeling a little out of
sorts with herself and revolving a scheme which she had in her
mind. Jessica had called her attention to the fact that the
races were not what they were supposed to be. The social
opportunities were not what they had thought they would be this
year. The beautiful girl found going every day a dull thing.
There was an earlier exodus this year of people who were anybody