You didn't know.

Quite right, too.

What was the good of telling you that I stood the risk of having a knife stuck into me any time these seven years we've been married?
I am not a chap to worry a woman that's fond of me.

You had no business to know." Mr Verloc took another turn round the parlour, fuming.
"A venomous beast," he began again from the doorway.

"Drive me out into a ditch to starve for a joke.