"He was a widower with a grown-up daughter when I took him to church.

Well, can I get this assurance money ?" "I suppose so," said Link, "provided you can prove your husband's death." "Sakes alive!" cried Mrs.Vrain briskly.

"Wasn't he murdered ?" "The man called Berwin was murdered." "Well, sir," said the rosy-cheeked Clyne, with more sharpness than might have been expected from his peaceful aspect, "and ain't Berwin Vrain ?" "It would seem so," replied Link coolly.

"All your evidence goes to prove it, yet the assurance company may not be satisfied with the proof.
I expect the grave will have to be opened, and the remains identified." "Ugh!" said Mrs.Vrain with a shrug, "how disgusting! I mean," she added, colouring as she saw that Lucian was rather shocked by her flippancy, "that sorry as I am for the old man, he wasn't a good husband to me, and corpses a week old ain't pleasant things to look on." "Lyddy," interposed Clyne, hastening to obliterate, if possible, the impression made on the two men by this foolish speech, "how you do go on.

But you know your heart is better than your tongue." "It was, to put up so long with Mr.Vrain," said Lydia resentfully; "but I'm honest, if I'm nothing else.