"My wife thought that I had no money, and could do what she liked with me.
But I had been backing winners all the season, and had a couple of
thousand in the bank. I put aside a thousand for working expenses, for I
intended to give up backing horses and go in for bookmaking instead. I
have been at it ever since. A few ups and downs, but I can't complain. I
am worth to-day close on three thousand pounds."
At the mention of so much money Esther raised her eyes. She looked at
William steadfastly. Her object was to rid herself of him, so that she
might marry another man; but at that moment a sensation of the love she
had once felt for him sprang upon her suddenly.
"I must be getting back, my mistress will be waiting for me."
"You needn't be in that hurry. It is quite early. Besides, we haven't
settled nothing yet."
"You've been telling me about your wife. I don't see much what it's got to
do with me."
"I thought you was interested... that you wanted to see that I wasn't as
much to blame as you thought."
"I must be getting back," she said; "anything else you have to say to me
you can tell me on the way home."
"Well, it all amounts to this, Esther; if I get a divorce we might come
together again. What do you think?"
"I think you'd much better make it up with her. I daresay she's very sorry
for what she's done.
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