And were I in your place, Anthony, faith I'd not scruple to do it.

For after all," he added under his breath, "there's little choice in rotten apples." Ruth waited for some answer from Wilding that might suggest he was indifferent whether he went to Newlington's or not; but he spoke no word as he turned to lead the way above-stairs to the indifferent parlour which with the adjoining bedroom constituted Mr.Trenchard's lodging--and his own, for the time being.
Having assured herself that the curtains were closely drawn, she put by her cloak and hood, and stood revealed to him in the light of the three candles, burning in a branch upon the bare oak table, dazzlingly beautiful in her gown of ivory-white.
He stood apart, cogitating her with glowing eyes, the faintest smile between question and pleasure hovering about his thin mouth.

He had closed the door, and stood in silence waiting for her to make known to him her pleasure.
"Mr.Wilding..." she began, and straightway he interrupted her.
"But a moment since you did remind me that I have the honour to be your husband," he said with grave humour.

"Why seek now to overcloud that fact?
I mind me that the last time we met you called me by another name.
But it may be," he added as an afterthought, "you are of opinion that I have broken faith with you." "Broken faith?
As how ?" "So!" he said, and sighed.

"My words were of so little account that they have been, I see, forgotten.