"Ruin you?"
"That is the word."
"How can you talk that way, Andrew, you who have made my life a hell since the hour I first met and loved you. It was that mad and hopeless love that has led me to do things that, if they were known, would shock the minds of men.
"You know how I have suffered to please you, Barkswell. I almost feel that it would be a relief to end all in death."
"I wish you might," he uttered in a heartless tone. "You have been my evil genius always, Iris Jounce. It was a sorry day that I married you. You deceived me by leading me to believe that you had money."
"I know now that it was for money alone that you married me. I did have money, and you spent it, and would now kick me aside, if I would only permit it, but I will not, I mean to continue pleading until you consent to quit your evil ways and settle down to a quiet home life—"
"Bah!"
"Andrew Barkswell, who was that beautiful girl? One you have deceived, no doubt."
"You seem capable of answering your own question," he said, with a sneer.
"Have I answered it correctly?"