The two remained together for nearly an hour, and at the end of that time came out together again. Toby took his hat and gloves from the hall-table, and was putting on his coat, when the other spoke.
"Won't you go and see her?" he asked, and his voice was a little trembling.
"I think I can't," said Toby.
"Why not?"
Toby had thrust one hand through the arm of his coat, and with it dangling remained a moment thinking.
"For two reasons: she is your wife—yours," he said, "and I am your brother; also you were a brute, Jack."
"For both reasons see her," he said; and his voice was sorry and ashamed.
"And it will do no good," said Toby, still irresolute.