"Just what I say. If there was anything in what your wife did to offend you, a soft word from you would have put it all right."
"A soft word! How do you know what soft words I used?"
"A soft word now would do it. You have only to bid her come back to you, and let bygones be bygones, and all would be right. Can't you be man enough to remember that you are a man?"
"Stanbury, I believe you want to quarrel with me."
"I tell you fairly that I think that you are wrong."
"They have talked you over to their side."
"I know nothing about sides. I only know that you are wrong."
"And what would you have me do?"
"Go and travel together for six months." Here was Lady Milborough's receipt again! "Travel together for a year if you will. Then come back and live where you please. People will have forgotten it;—or if they remember it, what matters? No sane person can advise you to go on as you are doing now."
But it was of no avail. Before they had reached the Bank the two friends had quarrelled and had parted. Then Trevelyan felt that there was indeed no one left to him but Bozzle. On the following morning he saw Bozzle, and on the evening of the next day he was in Paris.