'We have our little term, Mrs. Warwick. It is soon over.'
'On the other hand, the platitudes concerning it are eternal.'
Lady Wathin closed her eyes, that the like effect might be produced on her ears. 'Ah! they are the truths. But it is not my business to preach. Permit me to say that I feel deeply for your husband.'
'I am glad of Mr. Warwick's having friends; and they are many, I hope.'
'They cannot behold him perishing, without an effort on his behalf.'
A chasm of silence intervened. Wifely pity was not sounded in it.
'He will question me, Mrs. Warwick.'
'You can report to him the heads of our conversation, Lady Wathin.'
'Would you—it is your husband's most earnest wish; and our house is open to his wife and to him for the purpose; and it seems to us that . . . indeed it might avert a catastrophe you would necessarily deplore:—would you consent to meet him at my house?'
'It has already been asked, Lady Wathin, and refused.'