CHAPTER X.
"IT IS MY COUSIN." "Well, Joe," said his wife, "and how is it going to finish?
It looks to me as if there was a prison-van and a police-court at the end.
Don't you think we had better back out of it while there is time ?" "You're a fool!" her husband replied--it was the morning after his visit to Clara; "you know nothing about it.

Now listen." "I do nothing but listen; you've told me the story till I know it by heart.

Do you think anybody in the world will be so green as to believe such a clumsy plan as that ?" "Now look here, Lotty; if there's another word said--mind, now--you shall have nothing more to do with the business at all.

I'll give it to a girl I know--a clever girl, who will carry it through with flying colors." She set her lips hard, and drummed her fingers on the table.

He knew how to rule his wife.
"Go on," she said, "since we can't be honest." "Be reasonable, then; that's all I ask you.