reflection on Mabel I could not help feeling, in the heat of the moment, as an indirect reflection upon one who is gone.'
'You turned upon him,' suggested Trent in a low tone. 'You asked him to explain his words.'
'That is precisely what I did,' said Mr. Cupples. 'For a moment he only stared at me, and I could see a vein on his forehead swelling–an unpleasant sight. Then he said quite quietly, "This thing has gone far enough, I guess," and turned to go.'
'Did he mean your interview?' Trent asked thoughtfully.
'From the words alone you would think so,' Mr. Cupples answered. 'But the way in which he uttered them gave me a strange and very apprehensive feeling. I received the impression that the man had formed some sinister resolve. But I regret to say I had lost the power of dispassionate thought. I fell into a great rage'–Mr. Cupples's tone was mildly apologetic–'and said a number of foolish things. I reminded him that the law allowed a measure of freedom to wives who received intolerable treatment. I made some utterly irrelevant
