For, in that scene between them in early spring, his wife had put that into his head which had never before been there--suspicion of her mental soundness.
And now, as he sat there, pencil in hand, adding up the score-cards, he remembered that he was to interview his attorney that evening at his own house--a late appointment, but necessary to insure the presence of one or two physicians at a consultation to definitely decide what course of action might be taken.
He had not laid eyes on his wife that summer, but for the first time he had really had her watched during her absence.

What she lived on--how she managed--he had not the least idea, and less concern.

All he knew was that he had contributed nothing, and he was quite certain that her balance at her own bank had been nonexistent for months.
But any possible additional grounds for putting her away from him that might arise in a question as to her sources of support no longer interested him.

That line of attack was unnecessary; besides, he had no suspicion concerning her personal chastity.

But Alixe, that evening in early spring, had unwittingly suggested to him the use of a weapon the existence of which he had never dreamed of.