"I don't think I would—would—would—"
"Would what?" demanded Trevelyan.
"Don't you think that what you say is a little,—just a little prone to make,—to make the breach perhaps wider?"
"No, Lady Milborough. In the first place, how can it be wider?"
"You might take her back, you know; and then if you could only get to Naples!"
"How can I take her back while she is corresponding with this man?"
"She wouldn't correspond with him at Naples."
Trevelyan shook his head and became cross. His old friend would not at all do as old friends are expected to do when called upon for advice.
"I think," said he, "that what I have proposed is both just and generous."
"But, Louis, why should there be any separation?"