“Well, we will not discuss that question, Mr. Bourne. You are out of temper, and say a great deal more than you mean; but let that pass. I hope and trust there will be no recurrence of this scene of violence.”
“I want to have nothing to say to her. I hope and trust to be in a position before many days are over my head to get rid of this abusive woman.”
Mrs. Bourne made no further observation, but quietly left the apartment.
“Well,” said her husband, after she had retired, “have you any good news for me? Is that scoundrel still at large?”
“We have not as yet been able to meet with him, but hope to do so before long.”
“Hang it! but that’s most unfortunate. I concluded, when I saw you, that business had brought you hither.”
“Well, so it has. It is partly business matters that I have come upon.”
“Ah, indeed, just so. And what is the nature of the matters you speak of?”
“Upon my word, doctor, I don’t know that I am in position to tell you precisely. I have come hither for the purpose of inquiring what time it will be convenient for you to see Mr. Shearman?”
“Mr. Shearman? What!—that detective from America?”