He lacked the vigour which,--God forgive me the thought!--lay back of Carmers softer characteristics.

I could not imagine him guilty; I could, for all my love, imagine his sister so, and did.

The conviction would not leave my mind.
"Charles," said I, at last, struggling for calmness, and succeeding better in my task than either he or I expected; "what motive do they assign for this deed?
Why should Arthur follow Adelaide to the club-house and kill her?
Now, if he had followed me--" "You were at dinner with them that night, and know what she did and what she vowed about the wine.

He was very angry.

Though he dropped his glass, and let it shiver on the board, he himself says that he was desperately put out with her, and could only drown his mad emotions in drink.