'And what else will you do, Emily?'

'Nothing, simply live deserted and forlorn till he shall choose to
find his wits again. There is nothing else that a woman can do. If
he chooses to dine at his club every day I can't help it. We must
put off all the engagements, and that will be hard upon you.'

'Don't talk about me. It is too terrible to think that there should
be such a quarrel.'

'What can I do? Have I been wrong?'

'Simply do what he tells you, whether it is wrong or right. If it's
right, it ought to be done, and if it's wrong, it will not be your
fault.'

'That's very easily said, and it sounds logical; but you must know
it's unreasonable.'

'I don't care about reason. He is your husband, and if he wishes
it, you should do it. And what will be the harm? You don't mean to
see Colonel Osborne any more. You have already said that he's not
to be admitted.'

'I have said that nobody is to be admitted. Louis has driven me
to that. How can I look the servant in the face and tell him that
any special gentleman is not to be admitted to see me? Oh dear!
oh dear! have I done anything to deserve it? Was ever so monstrous
an accusation made against any woman! If it were not for my boy,
I would defy him to do his worst.'