You seem to have got rid of every one of your bad habits, you drink moderately, as a gentleman should, you have subdued your violent temper, and you have collected around you, where your personality could be the only inducement, friends of distinction and interest.

This is not at all what one expected from the Everard Dominey who scuttled out of England a dozen years ago." "You are excusing my wife," Dominey remarked.
"She needs no excuses," was the brusque reply.

"She has been a long-enduring and faithful woman, suffering from a cruel illness, brought on, to take the kindest view if it, through your clumsiness and lack of discretion.

Like all good women, forgiveness is second nature to her.

It has now become her wish to take her proper place in life." "But if her hallucination continues," Dominey asked, "if she seriously doubts that I am indeed her husband, how can she do that ?" "That is the problem you and I have to face," the doctor said sternly.
"The fact that your wife has been willing to return here to you, whilst still subject to that hallucination, is a view of the matter which I can neither discuss nor understand.