She began to cry, a suggestion of hysteria in her convulsive sobs. ‘I wish I were dead! I wish I were dead!’ ‘Wish I were dead, more likely,’ he said sardonically. ‘But I’m not, my loving wife! Damn you, stop snivelling!’ She cowered in the depths of the chair, hiding her face in her hands, her sobs growing more uncontrolled. ‘I don’t believe you ever loved me! You’d like to break my heart! You’re tyrannical, and cruel! You only want to hurt people!’
Is Faith really that hopeless and naive or is Heyer over-dramatising her character. Whichever one it is, I'm not keen on it. Grow a backbone, Faith! And after years and years (her son is 19!) of life with the Penhallows, her disbelief at the cruelty of old Penhallow is just ... silly and not credible.
And I don't know what it is, but for a story set in the 1930s, it doesn't read that way. The dialogues are really stilted, more like something I would have expected from one of Heyer's Regency period books.