ld hold his tong. I tink we do things
better in Paris and Vienna." Lord Giblet volunteered his opinion to
Madame Gigi that it was very disgraceful. Madame Gigi simply shrugged
her shoulders, and opened her eyes. She was able to congratulate
herself on being able to manage her own husband better than that.

CHAPTER XXXIX.

REBELLION.

Lady George never forgot that slow journey home in the cab,--for in
truth it was very slow. It seemed to her that she would never reach her
own house. "Mary," he said, as soon as they were seated, "you have made
me a miserable man." The cab rumbled and growled frightfully, and he
felt himself unable to attack her with dignity while they were
progressing. "But I will postpone what I have to say till we have
reached home."

"I have done nothing wrong," said Mary, very stoutly.

"You had better say nothing more till we are at home." After that not a
word more was said, but the journey was very long.

At the door of the house Lord George gave his hand to help her out of
the cab, and then marched before her through the passage into the
dining-room. It was evident that he was determined to make his harangue
on that night. But she was the first to speak. "George," she said, "I
have suffered very much, and am very tired. If you please, I will go to
bed."

"You have disgraced me," he said.

"No; it is you that have disgraced me and put me to shame before
everybody,--for nothing, for nothing. I have done nothing of which I am
ashamed." She looked up into his face, and he could see that she was
full of passion, and by no means in a mood to submit to his reproaches.
She, too, could frown, and was frowning now. Her nostrils were dilated,
and her eyes were bright with anger. He could see how it was with her;
and though he was determined to be master, he hardly knew how he was to
make good his masterdom.

"You had better listen to me," he said.

"Not to-night. I am too ill, too thoroughly wretched. Anything you have
got to say of course I will listen to,--but not now." Then she walked
to the door.

"Mary!" She paused with her hand on the lock. "I trust that you do not
wish to contest the authority which I have over you?"

"I do not know; I cannot say. If your authority calls upon me to own
that I have done anything wrong, I shall certainly contest it. And if I
have not, I think--I think you will express your sorrow for the injury
you have done me to-night." Then she left the room b