One would have to pay the same penalty for murdering him as for getting rid of an ordinary human being." "Queer how I share your hatred of that person," she murmured.
"Was he trying to make love to you this afternoon ?" Wingate asked bluntly.
"He was just too clever," she replied, "to put it into plain words.

His instinct told him what the result would be, so he decided to wait a little longer, although just towards the end he nearly gave himself away.

As a matter of fact," she went on, "he was rather tediously melodramatic.

My husband, it seems, is in disgrace with the company--has overdrawn, or helped himself to money, or something of the sort.

I rather fancy that I am cast for the role of self-sacrificing wife, who saves her husband from prison by little acts of kindness to his wronged partner.
Somehow or other, I don't think the role suits me.