There are men--oh, you may assure yourself that it was pure accident.

Unfortunately, it happens so often.' She hung on his words, leaning towards him, her eyes wide and lips parted.
'So often! I have seen so many cases, in the papers.

And he was absent-minded.

But what right have I to seek comfort for myself?
Was I any less the cause of his death?
But must I tell all this in public?
Do you think I ought to ?' With comfortable sincerity Rolfe was able to maintain the needlessness of divulging anything beyond the state of Abbott's health and his pecuniary troubles.
'It isn't as if we had lived on ill terms with each other,' said the widow, with a sigh of gratitude.

'Anything but that.