"Leave him! Why don't you leave him?"
"What!"
"You cannot deceive me. You do not try to deceive me. You know that he is altogether unworthy of you."
"I will hear nothing of the kind, sir."
"How can I speak otherwise when you yourself tell me of your own misery? Is it possible that I should not know what he is? Would you have me pretend to think well of him?"
"You can hold your tongue, Arthur."
"No;—I cannot hold my tongue. Have I not held my tongue ever since you married? And if I am to speak at all, must I not speak now?"
"There is nothing to be said that can serve us at all."
"Then it shall be said without serving. When I bid you leave him, it is not that you may come to me. Though I love you better than all the world put together, I do not mean that."
"Oh, Arthur, Arthur!"