Marston may return when she pleases." "You must write and ask her." "Of course, Mr.Redmain.It would hardly be suitable that _you_ should ask her." "You must write so as to make it possible to accept your offer." "I am not deceitful, Mr.Redmain." "You are not.

A man must be fair, even to his wife." "I will show you the letter I write." "If you please." She had to show him half a score ere he was satisfied, declaring he would do it himself, if she could not make a better job of it.
At length one was dispatched, received, and answered: Mary would not return.

She had lost all hope of being of any true service to Mrs.
Redmain, and she knew that, with Tom and Letty, she was really of use for the present.

Mrs.Redmain carried the letter, with ill-concealed triumph, to her husband; nor did he conceal his annoyance.
"You must have behaved to her very cruelly," he said.

"But you have done your best now--short of a Christian apology, which it would be folly to demand of you.