"It is impossible for me (as I told you at Ramsgate) to be ready to sail at a moment's notice.

I want time." "What for ?" Not only his tone, but his look, when he put that second question, jarred on every nerve in me.

He roused in my mind--I can't tell how or why--an angry sense of the indignity that he had put upon his wife in marrying her under a false name.

Fearing that I should answer rashly, that I should say something which my better sense might regret, if I spoke at that moment, I said nothing.

Women alone can estimate what it cost me to be silent.