It was Vivian Place.
"Do you happen to know who lives at Number Sixteen Vivian Place ?" I inquired of my companion.
Benjamin started.

My question was certainly a strange one, after what he had just said to me.
"No," he replied.

"Why do you ask ?" "I have just seen Eustace leaving that house." "Well, my dear, and what of that ?" "My mind is in a bad way, Benjamin.

Everything my husband does that I don't understand rouses my suspicion now." Benjamin lifted his withered old hands, and let them drop on his knees again in mute lamentation over me.
"I tell you again," I went on, "my life is unendurable to me.

I won't answer for what I may do if I am left much longer to live in doubt of the one man on earth whom I love.