Nor did he even think of running away with his friend's daughter.

Though he told himself that he could dispose of his wrinkles satisfactorily, still he knew himself and his powers sufficiently to be aware that he was no longer fit to be the hero of such a romance as that.

He acknowledged to himself that there was much labour to be gone through in running away with another man's wife; and that the results, in respect to personal comfort, are not always happy.

But what if Mrs.
Trevelyan were to divorce herself from her husband on the score of her husband's cruelty?
Various horrors were related as to the man's treatment of his wife.

By some it was said that she was in the prison on Dartmoor,--or, if not actually in the prison, an arrangement which the prison discipline might perhaps make difficult,--that she was in the custody of one of the prison warders who possessed a prim cottage and a grim wife, just outside the prison walls.