“What don’t I give y—?” Phineas had begun to retort, at that remark; he did all that was required of a husband to a wife. And, Merlin, if Ursula were going to say something egregious about any lack of affection, well, the fault for that was entirely her own –
Only she did something still more egregious, and upended her refilled glass on his lap. He sprang up from his chair both in horror and humiliation (grateful only that at least it was water now, and not wine that would stain his clothes). Nevertheless, that was not an action he could tolerate. “How dare you,” Phineas hissed, affronted – and he might have kept his tone low in case anyone was nearby to overhear, but he grabbed at her forearm to keep her here and answerable, half-convinced she would swan right out of the room if he let her.
Only she did something still more egregious, and upended her refilled glass on his lap. He sprang up from his chair both in horror and humiliation (grateful only that at least it was water now, and not wine that would stain his clothes). Nevertheless, that was not an action he could tolerate. “How dare you,” Phineas hissed, affronted – and he might have kept his tone low in case anyone was nearby to overhear, but he grabbed at her forearm to keep her here and answerable, half-convinced she would swan right out of the room if he let her.
