You will see that I have no kind of selfish object in view--in fact, that I am quite justified in what looks like vulgar plotting." Glazzard threw out the words with a careless condescension, keeping his eyes on the landscape.
"I'll take back the portrait, if you please." He restored it to his pocket, and watched Northway's features, which were expressive of mental debate.
"At present," he went on, "I can do no more than give you an idea of what has been going on.

Your wife has not been rash enough to marry a second time; but she is supposed to be married to a man of wealth and position--is living publicly as his wife.

They have deceived every one who knows them." "Except you, it seems," remarked Northway, with a gleam from between his eyelids.
"Except me--but that doesn't concern you.

Now, you see that your wife has done nothing illegal; you can doubtless divorce her, but have no other legal remedy.

I mention this because it might occur to you that--you will excuse me--that the situation is a profitable one.