"The whole thought of marriage and matrimony makes me sick!" "Are you in some fresh scrape ?" Henry exclaimed.
Michael put his head down doggedly, while his eyes flashed and he bit off the end of his cigar.
"Yes, the very devil of a hole--but this time no one can help me with advice or even sympathy; I must get out of the tangle myself." "I am awfully sorry, old man." "It is my own fault, that is what hurts the most." "I do not feel particularly brilliant to-night either," Henry announced.
"The divorce proceedings have not apparently been commenced in America--and nothing definite can be settled.

I do not understand it quite.

I always thought that out there the woman could always get matters manipulated for her, and get rid of the man when she wanted.
They are so very chivalrous to women, American men, whatever may be their other sins.

This one must be an absolute swine." "Yes--does Mrs.Howard feel it very much ?" and Michael's deep voice vibrated strangely.
"She spoke of it just now.

Her lawyer arrives from New York to-day to consult with her what is best next to be done." "And she never told you a thing about the fellow, Henry?
How very strange of her, isn't it ?" Lord Fordyce's fine, gray eyes gleamed.
"Ah--Michael, if you had ever loved a woman, you would know that when you really do, you desire to trust her to the uttermost.