And as for him;--but never mind." Then there was another short period of silence, during which Stanbury smoked his pipe and sipped his whisky toddy.

"You must see," continued Trevelyan, "that it is absolutely necessary that I should do something.

It is all very well for you to say that you do not like detectives.

Neither do I like them.

But what was I to do?
When you condemn me you hardly realise the difficulties of my position." "It is the deuce of a nuisance certainly," said Stanbury, through the cloud of smoke,--thinking now not at all of Mrs.Trevelyan, but of Mrs.Trevelyan's sister.
"It makes a man almost feel that he had better not marry at all," said Trevelyan.
"I don't see that.