marriage, she has the name of the church; she was married out of that old
Lord Levellier's house. You drove her--I won't repeat the flighty
business. You left her, and she did her best to follow you. Will the
young men of our time not learn that life is no longer a game when they
have a woman for partner in the match!

You don't complain of her flavour of a foreign manner? She can't be so
very . . . Admiral Baldwin's daughter has married her brother; and he
is a military officer. She has germs of breeding, wants only a little
rub of the world to smooth her. Speak to the point:--do you meet her
here? Do you refuse?'

'At present? I do.'

'Something has to be done.'

'She was bound to stay where I left her.'

'You are bound to provide for her becomingly.'

'Provision shall be made, of course.'

'The story will . . . unless--and quickly, too.'

I know, I know!'

Fleetwood had the clang of all the bells of London chiming Whitechapel at
him in his head, and he betrayed the irritated tyrant ready to decree
fire and sword, for the defence or solace of his tender sensibilities.