How far have things gone up to now ?" He flashed round on me.

Did I mean to insinuate that there was anything wrong?
There wasn't.

How could I dream of such a thing?
He was vastly indignant.
"Well, my dear boy," said I, "you've just this minute been scoffing at foolish moral conventions.

If you want to know my opinion," I continued, after a pause, "it is this--she doesn't care a scrap for you." Of course I was talking nonsense.
I did not condescend to argue.

Neither did I dwell upon the fact that her affection had not reached the point of informing him whether she had a husband, and if so, whether he was alive or dead.