.." he began; but Pell came mercilessly
back at him!
"I didn't--then. The time was inopportune."
Uncle Henry clutched the arms of his chair. "Ooooooh! The dirty bum!" he
yelled.
Pell went on, inexorably. "But now that she herself has admitted it, and--"
"Admitted it!" Gilbert cried, his rage now at the boiling point.
"Yes! By everything she has said and done to-day. My dear fellow," with a
subtle change of tone, "God knows I am no prude." He smiled a bland smile.
"But there are limits to what any husband can endure." His lips became thin
and terrible; his eyes were gleaming slits.
Gilbert was aghast. He saw no solution of this painful situation; no safety
for Lucia--his thoughts were all of Lucia.
"You don't think that!" he said, "You couldn't possibly think that! Oh, my
God!"
Morgan Pell sneered at him. "I know what I would have done, in your place
and with your opportunities."
Gilbert found it hard to realize that any husband could say a thing like
this in the presence of his wife. It revealed, if anything further were
needed to reveal, the cur in the man.
"We're not all as rotten as you are, Pell! Don't forget that!" he cried.
"You're a dog--a low-down dog.
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