"My wife is living a life of wickedness--and she shall be saved from it at once." Mrs.Wade had much difficulty in keeping her countenance.

She looked down, and drew a deep sigh.
"That is only too true.

But I fear--indeed I fear--that you won't succeed in parting them.

There is a reason--I cannot mention it." Northway was puzzled for a moment, then his face darkened; he seemed to understand.
"I do so wish," pursued Mrs.Wade, with a smile of sympathy, "that I could be of some use in this sad affair.

My advice--I am afraid you will be very unwilling to listen to it." She paused, looking at him wistfully.
"What would it be ?" he asked.
"I feel so strongly--just as you do--that it is dreadful to have to countenance such a state of things; but I am convinced that it would be very, very _unwise_ if you went _at once_ to extremities, Mr.Northway.
I am a woman of the world; I have seen a good deal of life; if you allowed yourself to be guided by me, you would not regret it." "You want to save your friends from the results of their behaviour," he replied, uneasily.
"I assure you, it's not so much that--no, I have _your_ interests in view quite as much as theirs.