Sufficient for you that I know my enemies, and that I am saner, thank God, than any of them!" She flashed a look of sudden fury at him, and rose from her chair.

He also rose with a promptness that bordered on precipitation.
"For the remainder of the spring and summer," she said, "I shall make my plans regardless of you.

I shall not go to Newport; you are at liberty to use the house there as you choose.

And as for this incident with Gerald, you had better not pursue it any further.

Do you understand ?" He nodded, dropping his hands into his coat-pockets.
"Now you may go," she said coolly.
He went--not, however, to his room, but straight to the house of the fashionable physician who ministered to wealth with an unction and success that had permitted him, in summer time, to occupy his own villa at Newport and dispense further ministrations when requested.
* * * * * On the night of the conjugal conference between Nina Gerard and her husband--and almost at the same hour--Jack Ruthven, hard hit in the card-room of the Stuyvesant Club, sat huddled over the table, figuring up what sort of checks he was to draw to the credit of George Fane and Sanxon Orchil.
Matters had been going steadily against him for some time--almost everything, in fact, except the opinions of several physicians in a matter concerning his wife.