"Yes. It's a sore matter, and I don't care to speak about it just now."
"Oh!"
"And it's the real cause why I don't go back to England."
"The mischief it is! Why, Dacres, I'll be hanged if you're not using the very words I myself used a few minutes ago."
"Am I?" said Dacres, gloomily.
"You certainly are; and that makes me think that our affairs are in a similar complication."
"Oh no; mine is very peculiar."
"Well, there's one thing I should like to ask, and you needn't answer unless you like."
"Well?"
"Doesn't your difficulty arise from some confounded woman or other?"