"Don't use that word 'wife,' it is profanation; I can't bear it! If I see her to-night, I can't answer for what I may do.

Curse her to all eternity!" He sank beck in exhaustion.
"Julian," said Waymark, using his friend's first name by exception, "if this goes on, you will be ill.

What the deuce shall we do then ?" "No, I shall not be ill.

It will be all right if I can get sleep." He was silent for a little, then spoke, with his eyes on the ground.
"Waymark, is this true they say about her--about the former time ?" "Yes; it is true." Waymark in turn was silent.
"I suppose," he continued presently, "I owe you an apology." "None.

It was right of you to act as you did." He was going to say something else, but checked himself.