"But I believe more firmly in the country to which I am going."
"You are going then?"
"Yes, my friend;—I am going. The allurements are too strong to be resisted. Think of that climate and of this." He probably had not heard of the mosquitoes of Central America when he so spoke. "Remember that an income which gives you comfort here will there produce for you every luxury which wealth can purchase. It is to be a king there, or to be but very common among commoners here."
"And yet England is a dear old country."
"Have you found it so? Think of the wrongs which you have endured;—of the injuries which you have suffered."
"Yes, indeed." For Lizzie Eustace had gone through hard days in her time.
"I certainly will fly from such a country to those golden shores on which man may be free and unshackled."
"And your wife?"
"Oh, Lizzie!" It was the first time that he had called her Lizzie, and she was apparently neither shocked nor abashed. Perhaps he thought too much of this, not knowing how many men had called her Lizzie in her time. "Do not you at least understand that a man or a woman may undergo that tie, and yet be justified in disregarding it altogether?"
"Oh, yes;—if there has been bigamy, or divorce, or anything of that kind." Now Lizzie had convicted her second husband of bigamy, and had freed herself after that fashion.