You can tell my wife as much as you please--of the details, I mean.

Perhaps, you had better soften them to her, for you know as well as I do--or better--that her impulsive, quixotic disposition might lead her into worse mistakes than it has done already.

Of course, she'll have to know my decision.

I am sure that if she allows her reason play, she will agree it is the only possible one.
I'm not going to talk about what happened before she went away, or about that evidence--or anything else in that immediate connection.

I was mad, and I expect I believed a lot more than was true.