"I didn't think it could be so bad with you as that."
"No;—I don't suppose women ever do believe. And I wouldn't have believed it of myself. I hated myself for it. By George, I did. That is when I began to think it was all up with me."
"All up with you! Oh, Will!"
"I had quite made up my mind to go to New Zealand. I had, indeed. I couldn't have kept my hands off that man if we had been living in the same country. I should have wrung his neck."
"Will, how can you talk so wickedly?"
"There's no understanding it till you have felt it. But never mind. It's all right now; isn't it, Clara?"
"If you think so."
"Think so! Oh, Clara, I am such a happy fellow. Do give me a kiss. You have never given me one kiss yet."
"What nonsense! I didn't think you were such a baby."
"By George, but you shall;—or you shall never get home to tea to-night. My own, own, own darling. Upon my word, Clara, when I begin to think about it I shall be half mad."