‘You shall not go to Lord Chadwick,’ said the Major, walking close to his wife. Mrs. Lahens turned from the glass. ‘You shall not go,’ repeated the Major. ‘Go at your peril.’ … They stood looking at each other a moment with hatred in their eyes. Then with tears in his voice, the Major said, ‘For our daughter’s sake give him up. She already suspects, and it makes her so unhappy. She is so good, so innocent. Think of what a shock it would be to her if she were to discover the truth. Give up Chadwick for her sake. You’ll never regret. One day or other it will have to end; if you let it end now you’ll repair the past.’
‘Her innocence! her goodness! Had I married another man I might have been a virtuous woman. … The world asks too much virtue from women. If I had not had Chad I should have gon
