Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command. I am your fianc?e.
Cal Hockley: My fian... my fianc?e! Yes, you are, and my wife. My wife in practice if not yet by law, so you will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear?
Standing Cal violently flips the breakfast table over then bends over, his face inches from Rose's.