Will you kindly leave me now?
I must think, and act." "One word, your ladyship, and I have done," said the lawyer, speaking with a slow seriousness that could not fail to be convincing.

"The mischief is not irreparable--at present.

But you must not remain here.
You are registered in the books of the hotel as the wife of John Delancy Curtis, and, if I may say it with respect, your own sense of what is right and proper will forbid the notion that you can abide in the hotel until to-morrow.

I pledge my reputation that it will immensely facilitate the legal steps necessary to secure the annulment of the marriage if you dissever yourself from your so-called husband at the earliest moment after you have discovered his tort." Hermione was not the type of woman who faints in an emergency, though gladly now would she have found in unconsciousness a respite from the bitter pain that was rending her innermost fiber.
"I think--I understand," she said brokenly.

"Will you please go ?" "But will you not come with me, Hermione ?" said her father.