His married life threatened to terminate in utter wreck, and he had the anguish of recognizing that to a great extent this catastrophe would be his own fault.

Resolve as he might, he found it impossible to repress the impulses of jealousy which, as soon as peace had been declared between them, brought about a new misunderstanding.

Terrible thoughts smouldered in his mind; he felt himself to be one of those men who are driven by passion into crime.

Deliberately he had brooded over a tragic close to the wretchedness of his existence; he would kill himself, and Monica should perish with him.

But an hour of contentment sufficed to banish such visions as sheer frenzy.