"Our marriage ceremony meant nothing?"

"If it did, remember that you endowed me with all your worldly
goods--"

"And I give them to you, too! Do you know that nine-tenths of my
yearly expenditures are for your pleasure and benefit! I enjoy
our home, too, but it would not be the elaborate, luxurious
establishment that it is, but that it suits your taste to have it
so! And then, you whine and fret for what you yourself call a
paltry matter! Ingrate!"

"Don't you dare call me ingrate! I owe you no gratitude! Do you
give me this home as a charity? As a gift, even! It is my
right! And it is also my right to have a bank account of my own!
It is my right to uphold my head among other women who laugh at
me, who ridicule me, because, with all your wealth, I have no
purse of my own! I will not stand it! I rebel! And you may
rest assured things are going to be different hereafter. I will
get money--"

"You shall not!" Embury grasped the wrists of the hands he still
held, and his face was fiercely frowning. "You are my wife, and
whatever you may or may not owe to me, you owe it to our
position, to our standing in the community to do nothing beneath
your dignity or mine!"

"You care nothing for my dignity, for my appearance before other
women, so why should I consider your dignity? You force me to