His face grew stern. "It's not to oblige Mr. Langhope that I am going to find my wife."
"Ah, now you are unjust to him!" she exclaimed.
"Don't let us speak of him!" he broke in.
"Why not? When it is from him the request comes—the entreaty—that everything in the past should be forgotten?"
"Yes—when it suits his convenience!"
"Do you imagine that—even judging him in that way—it has not cost him a struggle?"
"I can only think of what it has cost her!"
Mrs. Ansell drew a deep sighing breath. "Ah—but don't you see that she has gained her point, and that nothing else matters to her?"
"Gained her point? Not if, by that, you mean that things here can ever go back to the old state—that she and I can remain at Westmore after this!"
Mrs. Ansell dropped her eyes for a moment; then she lifted to his her sweet impenetrable face.