In Glazzard and Mrs.
Wade, Denzil of course reposed perfect confidence.

Northway, if need were, could and should be bought off.
Toby Liversedge got wind of the scandal in circulation, and his rage knew no bounds.

Lest his wife should somehow make the discovery, he felt obliged to speak to her--representing the change in its mildest form.
"There's a vile story going about that Lilian was jealous of Mrs.
Wade's influence with Denzil; that the two quarrelled that day at the cottage, and the poor girl drowned herself in despair." Mary looked shocked, but was silent.
"I suppose," added her husband, "we must be prepared for all sorts of rumours.

The thing is unintelligible to people in general.

Any one who knew her, and saw her those last days, can understand it only too well." "Yes," murmured Mrs.Liversedge, with sad thought fulness.
She would not speak further on the subject, and Toby concluded that the mere suggestion gave her offence.
On the day after Denzil departed, leaving by a night train for London.
He was in town for a week, then took a voyage to Madeira, where he remained until there was only time enough to get back for the opening of Parliament.