"Ah, nonsense! Never mind that! This is the question now, will you have your wife back again or not?"
"Is that the condition on which my wife will return to me?"
"Why, of course. Oh, ta, ta! I am sure at least that she would come then."
"I am sorry, but I cannot do it," replied the young man, growing a shade paler. "It is not for me to beg pardon."
"You are an obstinate set, and that is all there is about it," thundered Uncle Henry. "We are glad that the scoundrel is dead, and now here we are in just the same place as we were before."
"The scoundrel's death is a very unfortunate event for me, uncle."
"You will not?" asked the old gentleman again.
"Ask her pardon--no!"
"Then good-bye!" And Uncle Henry put on his hat and hastily left the room and the house.
"Allow me to accompany you down," said Frank, following the little man, who jumped into the carriage as if he were fleeing from some one.