The 'wronged husband,' as he considers himself in such cases, always cuts such an absurd figure." "Always ?" I inquired, with apparent curiosity.
"Well, generally speaking, he does.

How can he remedy the matter?
He can only challenge his wife's lover.

A duel is fought in which neither of the opponents are killed, they wound each other slightly, embrace, weep, have coffee together, and for the future consent to share the lady's affections amicably." "Veramente!" I exclaimed, with a forced laugh, inwardly cursing his detestable flippancy; "that is the fashionable mode of taking vengeance ?" "Absolutely the one respectable way of doing it," he replied; "it is only the canaille who draw heart's blood in earnest." Only the canaille! I looked at him fixedly.

His smiling eyes met mine with a frank and fearless candor.

Evidently he was not ashamed of his opinions, he rather gloried in them.