"He does n't care a button for me, and he never did! I don't know what he married me for.

He cares for something else--he thinks of something else.

I don't know what it is--I suppose it 's chemistry!" These words gave Bernard a certain shock, but he had his intelligence sufficiently in hand to contradict them with energy.
"You labor under a monstrous delusion," he exclaimed.

"Your husband thinks you fascinating." This epithet, pronounced with a fine distinctness, was ringing in the air when the door opened and Gordon came in.

He looked for a moment from Bernard to his wife, and then, approaching the latter, he said, softly-- "Do you know that he leaves us to-morrow ?".