And they expect a man with the world in his brain and the devil in his blood to live decently in this damnable city of fog and filth! And when the world-madness comes on him nobody knows anything about this particular form of mania--the poor wretch must get into a stiff shirt or a strait waistcoat and converse sanely with that innocent woman, his wife.

If he doesn't there's a scandal, and the devil to pay--" Stanistreet looked grave.

Whither was all this tending?
To a final abandonment of Mrs.Nevill Tyson?
"Of course, the mistake was to try.

There might have been a chance for me if I'd had a tithe of your sense.

But being what I am, I must needs go and marry.