"Everybody'll think so.
They can't think otherwise.

You say you deserted her, and you admit she did nothing to provoke it." "No," returned Uncle Ben quickly, "nothin'.

Did I tell you, Mr.Ford, that she could play the pianner and sing ?" "No," said Mr.Ford, curtly, rising impatiently and crossing the room.
He was more than half convinced that Uncle Ben was deceiving him.

Either under the veil of his hide-bound simplicity he was an utterly selfish, heartless, secretive man, or else he was telling an idiotic falsehood.
"I'm sorry I can neither congratulate you nor condole with you on what you have just told me.

I cannot see that you have the least excuse for delaying a single moment to search for your wife and make amends for your conduct.