[She hates feeling helpless, and this is one situation she's absolutely helpless against, short of finding the hussy and teaching her a lesson.]

He'd probably celebrate the moment I'm out of that house and I'm not giving him that pleasure. [Her brain is telling her a cigarette would be really nice at this point, but she dismisses the thought.] I'll just go shooting with some of his favorite rifles. Maybe he'll get the hint, then.

Not that your offer isn't tempting... Someone has a birthday coming up, hmm?