ABSTRACT
Unhappily for herself, Viola was not a person to whom one could remain indifferent. Philip, in spite of his exasperation, was still in love with his wife, after his own fashion. It was impossible for him to acquiesce in the cold and distant relations that she wished to establish between them; her conduct amazed and maddened him. In all his wide experience of life he had never heard or dreamt of such a woman. Her character was to him incomprehensible. He could neither frighten her nor soften her; threats, insults, sneers (and he was not sparing of all these) left her as meek and as cold as before.
