There is no use in talking . We 've been over the ground often enough , Wes . The matter is settled . '' Up to that moment Wesley had always believed that his wife would yield at last , when she saw that he was determined . Now he realized that she never would . Under that exterior of milky , dimpled flesh and calm blue eyes was all the iron will of old dead and forgotten Henry Ford . This mildest and meekest of girls and wives was not to be moved a hairsbreadth by all argument or entreaty , or insistence on a husband 's rights . A great , sudden anger came over the man . He lifted his hand and for one moment it seemed to Theodosia as if he meant to strike her . Then he dropped it with the first oath that had ever crossed his lips . `` You listen to me , '' he said thickly . `` If you wo n't go with me I 'll never come back here -- never . When you want to do your duty as a wife you can come to me . But I 'll never come back . '' He turned on his heel and strode away . Theodosia kept on spatting her butter . The little perpendicular wrinkle had come between her brows again . At that moment an odd , almost uncanny resemblance to the old portrait of her great-great-grandfather , which hung on the parlour wall at home , came out on her girlish face . The fortnight passed by . Wesley was silent and sullen , never speaking to his wife when he could avoid it .
Theodosia was XXXXX sweet and serene as ever .
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