"Your husband has done you some great wrong?" he said.
"Yes."
"Something for which you can get legal redress?"
"Yes."
"And that made you desperate?"
"Yes."
"And what did you do?" He put the question abruptly, startling Ideala, as he had intended.
"I? Oh, I—did nothing," she stammered. There was a pause.
"My ideal of marriage is a high one," he said at last, "and I should be very hard on any short-comings of that kind."
Ideala longed to confide in him, but her shyness continued, and she walked by his side like one in a dream.