"Dick's gone." "Gone ?" cried Tremayne.
"Gone ?" said O'Moy, and then he began to laugh.

"Are you quite sure that he was ever here ?" "But--" She was a little bewildered, and a frown puckered her perfect brow.

"Hasn't Ned told you, then ?" "Oh, Ned has told me.

Ned has told!" His face was terrible.
"And don't you believe him?
Don't you believe me ?" She was more plaintive than ever.

It was almost as if she called heaven to witness what manner of husband she was forced to endure.