Pity you and me can't agree." "I went to the bank across the way as soon as I arrived," she said, with contemptuous directness.

"I told them I was going over to Hymettus and might want money." He dropped into a chair before her with his broad heavy hands upon his knees, and looked at her with an equal, though baser, contempt: for his was mingled with a certain pride of mastery and possession.
"And, of course, you'll go to Hymettus and cut a splurge as you always do.

The beautiful Mrs.Horncastle! The helpless victim of a wretched, dissipated, disgraced, gambling husband.

So dreadfully sad, you know, and so interesting! Could get a divorce from the brute if she wanted, but won't, on account of her religious scruples.

And so while the brute is gambling, swindling, disgracing himself, and dodging a shot here and a lynch committee there, two or three hundred miles away, you're splurging round in first-class hotels and watering-places, doing the injured and abused, and run after by a lot of men who are ready to take my place, and, maybe, some of my reputation along with it." "Stop!" she said suddenly, in a voice that made the glass chandelier ring.