The bottle was almost empty when, half an hour later, he heard the house
door open and close. It was Evelyn. Presently she came into the room,
still dressed as if for the street.

"Why, what's the matter, Marsh?" she asked in surprise.

"Matter? Nothing," he said shortly.

She glanced at the bottle and then at her husband.

"Aren't you well?" she demanded.

"I'm all right."

"I hope you aren't going to start that now!" and she nodded toward the
bottle.

He made an impatient gesture.

"Marshall, I am going to speak to the judge; perhaps if he knew he could
do or say something; I am not going to bear this burden alone any
longer!"

"Oh, what's the use of beginning that; can't you see I'm done up?" he
said petulantly.

"I don't wonder; the way you live is enough to do any one up, as you
call it; it's intolerable!" she cried.

"What does it matter to you?"