"Matter? Nothing," he said shortly.
She glanced at the bottle and then at her husband.
"Aren't you well?" she demanded.
"I'm all right."
"I hope you aren't going to start that now!" and she nodded toward the bottle.
He made an impatient gesture.
"Marshall, I am going to speak to the judge; perhaps if he knew he could do or say something; I am not going to bear this burden alone any longer!"
"Oh, what's the use of beginning that; can't you see I'm done up?" he said petulantly.
"I don't wonder; the way you live is enough to do any one up, as you call it; it's intolerable!" she cried.
"What does it matter to you?"