We are at the fifth act now.

I watched Mr.Le Geyt closely all through lunch, and I'm more confident than ever that the end is coming.

He is temporarily crushed; but he is like steam in a boiler, seething, seething, seething.

One day she will sit on the safety-valve, and the explosion will come.

When it comes"-- she raised aloft one quick hand in the air as if striking a dagger home--"good-bye to her!" For the next few months I saw much of Le Geyt; and the more I saw of him, the more I saw that my witch's prognosis was essentially correct.
They never quarrelled; but Mrs.Le Geyt, in her unobtrusive way, held a quiet hand over her husband which became increasingly apparent.