It was essential that I
should test my strength of purpose, and my power of making a
life's atonement, as far as the things of this world are
concerned, for the wrongs I have inflicted on her. I have come
now to offer her a Christian home."
I looked at him open-mouthed.
"Do you expect Judith to go and live with you as your wife, in
Hoxton?" I asked, bluntly.
"Why not? She is my wife."
I rose and walked about the room in agitation. Somehow such a
contingency had not entered my bewildered head.
"Why not, Sir Marcus?" he repeated.
"Because Judith isn't that kind of woman at all," I said,
desperately. "She doesn't like Hoxton, and would be as much out
of place in a tin-mission church as I should be in a cavalry
charge."
"God will see to her fitness," said he, gravely. "To him all
things are easy."
"But she has considerable philosophic doubt as to his personal
existence," I cried.
He smiled prophetically and waved away her doubt with a gesture.
"I have no fears on that score," he observed.
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