“A parcel of lies she has been telling you, I presume.”
“No such thing. This lady has never spoken to me about your disagreements. You are mistaken.”
“She would not scruple to malign me to you, or anyone else.”
“I say I am very much shocked at your conduct during the scene I have just witnessed. I sympathise with you, madam,” said the detective in continuation, and turning towards Mrs. Bourne.
“God knows I need sympathy; I am weary of life,” cried the lady.
“Silence! hold your tongue, woman!” exclaimed her husband.
“Mr. Bourne, do let me endeavour to prevail upon you to be a little more temperate, and conduct yourself in a more becoming manner.”
“I’m not to be lectured or dictated to by you, sir,” was the reply.
“I have no desire to dictate to anyone, but in a case of this description I am of necessity constrained to be outspoken.”
“Oh, go on, sir, pray go on. I am not master in my own house, it would appear.”