"Size it up as ten months, and you'll do." "Ten months," said Lucian suddenly, "and Mr.Berwin----" "Vrain!" struck in Lydia, the widow, "Mark Vrain." "I beg your pardon! Well, Mark Vrain took the house in Geneva Square six months back.

Where was he during the other four ?" "Ask me something easier, Mr.Denzil.I know no more than you do." "Did you not know where he went on leaving Berwin Manor ?" "Sakes! how should I?
Mark and I didn't pull together nohow, so he kicked over the traces and made tracks for the back of beyond." "And you might square it, Lyddy, by saying as 'twasn't you who upset the apple cart." "Well, I should smile to think so," said Mrs.Vrain vigorously.

"I was as good as pie to that old man." "You did not get on well together ?" said Link sharply.
"Got on as well as a cat hitched along with a dog.

My stars! there was no living with him.

If he hadn't left me, I'd have left him--that's an almighty truth." "So the gist of all this is that Mr.Vrain left you ten months ago, and did not leave his address ?" "That's so," said the widow calmly.