He knew that he should
not find anywhere, not even in Mr Bideawhile, a more friendly or more
trustworthy listener. When Nora Rowley's name had been mentioned,
he had not thought of her. He had simply repeated the name with
the usual answer. He was at the moment cautioning himself against
a confidence which after all might not be necessary, and which on
this occasion was not made. When one is in trouble it is a great
ease to tell one's trouble to a friend; but then one should always
wash one's dirty linen at home. The latter consideration prevailed,
and Trevelyan allowed his friend to go on without burdening him
with the story of that domestic quarrel. Nor did he on that occasion
tell it to Mr Bideawhile; for Mr Bideawhile was not found at his
chambers.
CHAPTER V
SHEWING HOW THE QUARREL PROGRESSED
Trevelyan got back to his own house at about three, and on going
into the library, found on his table a letter to him addressed in
his wife's handwriting. He opened it quickly, hoping to find that
promise which he had demanded, and resolving that if it were made
he would at once become affectionate, yielding, and gentle to his
wife.
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