All at once, with determination in her eyes, she said: "You didn't use him right or you'd not have been parted for five years.

You were rich and he was poor, he is poor now, though he may be rich any day, and he wouldn't stay with you because he wouldn't take your money to live on.

If you had been a real wife to him he wouldn't have seen that he'd be using your money; he'd have taken it as though it was his own, out of the purse always open and belonging to both, just as though you were partners.

You must feel--" "Hush, for pity's sake, hush!" interrupted the other.
"You are going to see him again," Kitty persisted.

"Now, don't you think it just as well to know what the real truth is ?" "How do you know what is the truth ?" asked the trembling little stranger with a last attempt to hold her position, to conceal from herself the actual facts.
"The Young Doctor and my mother and I were with him all the time he was ill after he was shot, and the Trial had only told half the truth.