Dare you do that ?" Dominey's hesitation was palpable,--also his agitation.

The doctor grinned contemptuously.
"Still afraid!" he scoffed.
"Not in the way you imagine," his visitor replied.

"My wife has already promised to make no further attempt upon my life." "Well, you can cure her if you want to," the doctor declared, "and if you do, you will have the sweetest companion for life any man could have.

But you'll have to give up the idea of town houses and racing and yachting, and grouse moors in Scotland, and all those sort of things I suppose you've been looking forward to.

You'll have for some time, at any rate, to give every moment of your time to your wife." Dominey moved uneasily in his chair.
"For the next few months," he said, "that would be impossible." "Impossible!" The doctor repeated the word, seemed to roll it round in his mouth with a sort of wondering scorn.
"I am not quite the idler I used to be," Dominey explained, frowning.
"Nowadays, you cannot make money without assuming responsibilities.