The impression of sleep was far from his overwrought brain.

One thing he decided, and that was to leave Saratoga by the earliest morning train, and go with all possible haste to Newport.

Suspense in regard to Mrs.Dexter he felt it would be impossible for him to bear.
"But what right have you to take all this interest in a woman who is another's lawful wife ?" he asked, in the effort to stem the tide of his feelings.
"I will not stop to debate questions of right," so he answered within his own thoughts.

"She _is_ the wife of another, and I would die rather than stain her pure escutcheon with a thought of dishonor.

I cease to love her when I imagine her capable of being false, in even the smallest act, to her marriage vows.