She said that her husband, she feared, was going out of his mind; he groaned all night and never slept, and in the daytime never spoke.
There had been just then some surprising falls and rises in foreign securities, and the shrewd lawyer divined at once that the stock-broker had been doing business on his own account, and got pinched; so he said, "My dear madam, I suspect it is business on the Exchange; he will get over that, but there is something that is immediately pressing," and he then gave her Monckton's message.
Now her nerves were already excited, and this made matters worse.

She cried and trembled, and became hysterical, and vowed she would never go near Leonard Monckton again; he had never loved her, had never been a friend to her as Jonathan Braham had.

"No," said she; "if he wants money, take and sell my jewels; but I shall stay with my husband in his trouble." "He is not your husband," said the lawyer, quietly; "and this man is your husband, and things have come to my knowledge lately which it would be imprudent at present to disclose either to him or you; but we are old friends.

You can not doubt that I have your interest at heart." "No, I don't doubt that," said Lucy, hastily, and held out her hand to him.
"Well, then," said he, "be persuaded and meet the man." "No, I will not do that," said she.

"I am not a good woman, I know; but it is not for want of the wish.