He had broken up his house, and scattered all his domestic gods to the winds, because she had behaved badly to him; and the thing done was too important to allow of redress being found so easily.
So he lived on a wretched life in London.

He could hardly endure to show himself at his club, fearing that every one would be talking of him as the man who was separated from his wife,--perhaps as the man of whose wife Colonel Osborne was the dear friend.

No doubt for a day or two there had been much of such conversation; but it had died away from the club long before his consciousness had become callous.

At first he had gone into a lodging in Mayfair; but this had been but for a day or two.

After that he had taken a set of furnished chambers in Lincoln's Inn, immediately under those in which Stanbury lived; and thus it came to pass that he and Stanbury were very much thrown together.