I awoke, and found myself in a morass." The superintendent nodded again.

Singularly enough, Grant's somewhat high-flown simile appeared to satisfy his craving for light.
"Do you mind telling me--is there another woman ?" he demanded, with one of those rapid transitions of topic in which he excelled.
"No," said Grant.
"You see what I am aiming at.

Let us suppose that Miss Melhuish never, in her own mind, abandoned the hope that some day the tangle would straighten itself.

Women are constituted that way.

If her husband is now dead, and she became free, she might wish to renew the old ties, but, being proud, would want to ascertain first whether or not any other woman had come into your life." "I follow perfectly," said Grant, with some bitterness.