Marriage is a sacrament, and you've not only got to untie the civil knot, but the clerical one, my boy.

No, no; there's no help for it.

You gave your word, old chap, 'till death do us part,' and you're in for it." At this Dacres said nothing; it appeared to dispel his project from his mind.

He relapsed into a sullen sort of gloom, and remained so for some time.

At last he spoke: "Hawbury!" "Well ?" "Have you found out who that fellow is ?" "What fellow ?" "Why that yellow Italian that goes prowling around after my wife." "Oh yes; I heard something or other today." "What was it ?" "Well, it seems that he saved her life, or something of that sort." "Saved her life!" Dacres started.