"She still considers herself to be George Tresslyn's wife." "Religion ?" "Not a bit of it.

She just says she is, that's all, and what God joined together no woman can put asunder.

She means Mrs.Tresslyn, of course.

By the way, Brady, I wonder if I'm still enough of a pal to be allowed to say something to you." The blue eyes were serious and there was a sort of caressing note in his voice.
"We've always been pals, Simmy." "Well, it's just this: I'm darned sorry things have turned out as they have for you.

It's a rotten shame.