"I may have been too hasty."
"May have been!" There was contempt on the lip, and indignation in the voice of Mrs. Dexter.
"Yes, may. We are certain of nothing in this world," said her husband, coldly; "and now, as I said, we will drop the subject."
"It is easier to say than to unsay, Mr. Dexter. The sentiment is very trite, but it involves a world of meaning sometimes, and"—she paused, then added, with marked emphasis—"does now!"
Mr. Dexter made no response, and there the matter ended for the time; each of the ill-assorted partners farther from happiness than they had yet been since the day of their unfortunate union.
CHAPTER XIV.
AN hour later: Scene, the public parlor.
"Mrs. Dexter."
The lady rose, a pleasant smile animating her face, and returned the gentleman's courteous greeting.