Do you think I don't know what they say?
Do you think the world doesn't talk about the company you keep?
Haven't I seen you going into Jolicoeur's saloon when I was walking on the other side of the street?
Do you think that all the world, and I among the rest, are blind?
Oh, you fop, you fool, you have ruined my brother, you have ruined my life, and I hate and despise you for a cold-blooded, selfish coward!" He made a deprecating gesture and stared--a look of most curious inquiry.

They had been married for five years, and during that time they had never been anything but persistently courteous to each other.

He had never on any occasion seen her face change colour, or her manner show chagrin or emotion.

Stately and cold and polite, she had fairly met his ceaseless foppery and preciseness of manner.

But people had said of her, "Poor Kathleen Steele!" for her spotless name stood sharply off from his negligence and dissipation.