But how to retaliate, Mrs.Townley ?" Lambert had not a suggestive mind.
"Well, for instance, suppose they sent her away into seclusion,--with Frank's consent, another serious question,--and she should take the notion to fly her retirement, and appear inopportunely at some social function clothed as she is now! I fancy her blanket would be a wet one in such a case--if you will pardon the little joke." Lambert sighed.

"Poor Frank--poor devil!" he said, almost beneath his breath.
"And wherefore poor Frank?
Do you think he or the Armours of Greyhope are the only ones at stake in this?
What about this poor girl?
Just think why he married her, if our suspicions are right,--and then imagine her feelings when she wakes to the truth over there, as some time she is sure to do!" Then Lambert began to see the matter in a different light, and his sympathy for Francis Armour grew less as his pity for the girl increased.

In fact, the day before they got to Liverpool he swore at Armour more than once, and was anxious concerning the reception of the heathen wife by her white relatives.
Had he been present at a certain scene at Greyhope a day or two before, he would have been still more anxious.

It was the custom, at breakfast, for Mrs.Armour to open her husband's letters and read them while he was engaged with his newspaper, and hand to him afterwards those that were important.

This morning Marion noticed a letter from Frank amongst the pile, and, without a word, pounced upon it.