The only child died, and if he doesn't marry again, I'm in a safe place.

Good Lord! the difference it would make!" and his grin extended itself.
It was three months after this that the Marquis of Walderhurst followed Emily Fox-Seton out upon the heath, and finding her sitting footsore and depressed in spirit beside the basket of Lady Maria's fish, asked her to marry him.
When the news reached him, Alec Osborn went and shut himself up in his quarters and blasphemed until his face was purple and big drops of sweat ran down it.

It was black bad luck--it was black bad luck, and it called for black curses.

What the articles of furniture in the room in the bungalow heard was rather awful, but Captain Osborn did not feel that it did justice to the occasion.
When her husband strode by her to his apartment, Mrs.Osborn did not attempt to follow him.

She had only been married two years, but she knew his face too well; and she also knew too well all the meaning of the fury contained in the words he flung at her as he hurled himself past her.
"Walderhurst is going to be married!" Mrs.Osborn ran into her own room and sat down clutching at her hair as she dropped her face in her little dark hands.