Why had she written to him
and received letters from him when her husband had plainly told her
that any such communication was objectionable? She had done so, and as
far as Trevelyan could remember her words, had plainly declared that
she would continue to do so. He had sent her away, into the most remote
retirement he could find for her; but the post was open to her. He had
heard much of Mrs Stanbury, and Priscilla, from his friend Hugh, and
thoroughly believed that his wife was in respectable hands. But what
was to prevent Colonel Osborne from going after her if he chose to do
so? And if he did so choose, Mrs Stanbury could not prevent their
meeting. He was racked with jealousy, and yet he did not cease to
declare to himself that he knew his wife too well to believe that she
would sin. He could not rid himself of his jealousy, but he tried with
all his might to make the man whom he hated the object of it, rather
than the woman whom he loved.
He hated Colonel Osborne with all his heart. It was a regret to him
that the days of duelling were over; so that he could not shoot the
man.
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