"You've no right to have gone there without seeing me; no right, after all that has passed, to have even approached your wife." "You seem rather a martinet as regards my domestic affairs," Dominey observed.
"That's because I know your history," was the blunt reply.
Uninvited Dominey seated himself in an easy-chair.
"You were never my friend, Doctor," he said.

"Let me suggest that we conduct this conversation on a purely professional basis." "I was never your friend," came the retort, "because I have known you always as a selfish brute; because you were married to the sweetest woman on God's earth, gave up none of your bad habits, frightened her into insanity by reeling home with another man's blood on your hands, and then stayed away for over ten years instead of making an effort to repair the mischief you had done." "This," observed Dominey, "is history, dished up in a somewhat partial fashion.

I repeat my suggestion that we confine our conversation to the professional." "This is my house," the other rejoined, "and you came to see me.

I shall say exactly what I like to you, and if you don't like it you can get out.

If it weren't for Lady Dominey's sake, you shouldn't have passed this threshold." "Then for her sake," Dominey suggested in a softer tone, "can't you forget how thoroughly you disapprove of me?
I am here now with only one object: I want you to point out to me any way in which we can work together for the improvement of my wife's health." "There can be no question of a partnership between us." "You refuse to help ?" "My help isn't worth a snap of the fingers.