“I hope you are. I should say, judging from appearances, that you are very much the master.”
“I’ll get a warrant,” said Mrs. Bourne, “and swear that I am in danger of my life. I can do that, I suppose?”
“You can do it, of course,” returned Wrench. “But it would be a very great exposure for a gentleman in your husband’s position.”
“I don’t care if it is.”
“She does not care for anything, and has no regard for my interests. She is a worthless woman, Wrench. I am very sorry to be obliged to say so, but it is a fact.”
“You don’t believe him, I hope,” observed Mrs. Bourne, quietly.
“He does not mean what he says, madam—I am sure of that.”
“I do,” ejaculated the doctor. “I say she is a worthless, infamous woman.”
“I am sure you don’t expect me to believe you.”
“Indeed, but I do.”