It may be proved that it is your wife who has fled, after all.

In which case it would be a great mistake to put any faith in this gipsy girl, Anitra." Mr.Ransom's face hardened; his eyes did not leave the direction in which they were set.
"I will remember," said he.
His companion did not appear satisfied, and continued emphatically: "Whether the woman now here is Mrs.Ransom or her wild and irresponsible sister, she is a person of dangerous will and one not to be lightly regarded nor carelessly dealt with.

Pray consider this, Mr.Ransom, and do not allow impulse to supersede judgment.

If you will take my advice--" "Speak." "I should treat her as if she were the woman she calls herself, or, at least, as if you thought her so.

Nothing--" this word he repeated as he noted the incredulity with which the other listened--"would be so likely to make her betray herself as that." "Let us go back and listen again at her door," was Mr.Ransom's emphatic but inconsequent reply.
The lawyer desisted from further advice, but sighed as he followed his new client into the hall.