When I entreat her to give up such associates, her only answer is to accuse me of selfishness, since I have friends myself, and yet won't permit her to have any.

And things have gone from bad to worse.

Several nights of late, when I have got home, she has been away, and has not returned till much after midnight.

Hour after hour I have sat there in the extremest misery, waiting, waiting, feeling as though my brain would burst with its strain! I have no idea where she goes to.

If I ask, she only retorts by asking me where I spend the nights when I am with you, and laughs contemptuously when I tell her the truth.