How could I help believing him, how could I keep away from him?
At last I yielded and went to him, and as soon as the difficulties began he turned on me in Naples like a wild beast, blaming me and insulting me.
"I had to fly to Paris, having lost everything through him--wife and income and self-respect, everything; but I always thought that he was at least generous as a man of his name should be: I had no idea he could be stingy and mean; but now he is comparatively rich, he prefers to squander his money on jockeys and trainers and horses, of which he knows nothing, instead of lifting me out of my misery.

Surely it is not too much to ask him to give me a tenth when I gave him all?
Won't you ask him ?" "I think he ought to have done what you want, without asking," I admitted, "but I am certain my speaking would not do any good.

He shows me hatred already whenever I do not agree with him.

Hate is nearer to him always than sympathy: he is his father's son, Oscar, and I can do nothing.

I cannot even speak to him about it." "Oh, Frank, you ought to," said Oscar.
"But suppose he retorted and said you led him astray, what could I answer ?" "Led him astray!" cried Oscar, starting up, "you cannot believe that.
You know better than that.