“What way?”
“Why, the way of all provoked wives. You should know.”
Chesterfield broke from him, and, taking half a dozen agitated steps, wheeled and returned to the charge.
“Let her, then, and be damned to her! And yet, that ‘carrion’! George, there’s something in purity.”
“How do you know?”
“I wouldn’t be the cause of her committing herself. That would be a foul return for her trust.”
“You’re very virtuous and considerate of a sudden.”
“I must go some lengths to save her.”
“Go on your knees, do you mean?”
“Would she forgive me, if I did?”