Then he leaned closer to her, and his fingers touched the gold cigarette case which lay on the arm of the squatter's chair in which she was sitting.

He went on in a changed manner.
'Poor Evelyn left her fortune to me, knowing the truth.

She was a noble-souled woman.

I was not worthy of her.

But unworthy as I may have been, Bridget, I deserved better of my wife than your husband deserves of you.