She says "I told him he was frightening the child, and he
called me a bloody bitch and went to strike me across the face. The child was frightened and I said to him not to do it. He again went to strike me across my face, and he laughed at me. Then he left me." That night another quarrel took place which she thus describes: "My husband was still annoyed and he told me he was sick of me and he intended having his will altered. He said that he was sorry
I had ever come back and that he was sorry that he married me and that he did not really want me. He accused me of going through his drawers, and I said that was not true. He told me I was a bloody liar. Then he started to call my parents bloody wowsers again. When he caught hold of my arm, I tried to pull his hair, and he laughed and said what a nasty temper I had. I went up- stairs and he followed me and said he would let me have it, and I told him if he dared to touch me I would go to the police; he left me alone then." On 14th October, she said, "I asked my husband to let us discuss the situation and he worked himself up and told me
I was a liar, a mischief maker and jealous of his daughter. I told him that if he would only help me and co-operate, that I could manage Mary. She did not resent my corrections or my teachings and that
I thought it cruel of him to persist in doing things to Paul that he knew alarmed me. He started to cry, and said that he realised he knew nothing about the management of children and that things were worse now, and that could not we start again-try again.
I told him the strain was too great and that for the child's sake, I would have to leave because it was impossible to bring up a normal happy child in that atmosphere. He asked me to kiss him, and
I said I could not and be sincere. He was very emotional, crying loudly, and he ran down out of the house." On the following morning (15th October) she says, 'My husband did not speak to me in the early part of the morning, and while I was upstairs making the beds he came up and accused me of being an unnatural mother, not allowing him to kiss and fondle his child. I told him that that was not true. The baby was on the floor between us and my husband went to kick the child aside. I bent down to pick him up and my husband went to strike me three times across the face, calling out bloody old bitch, filthy swine. Then he made as if to spit in my face.
I just said You dirty old man; I am afraid it is the German coming out in you.' My husband then said ' I would rather be a German than a dirty bitch of a thing like you'; and he went downstairs to his study, and afterwards went off to work."
On that day she left the home again. On this occasion she left a brief note saying, "Henry I am very ill and have gone home to my