"It is
with regard to that unfortunate affair of a few days since--"
"No apologies are necessary," Rose interrupted haughtily. "I do not blame
you."
"You have no reason to. I have been that man's wife nearly six years."
"Indeed!"
"It is true. I am here to inform you, however, that it is possible that a
grave mistake has been made."
"Indeed!"
"My husband's name is not Bordine."
"He has a dozen aliases, I presume."
"I fear so," returned the woman, in an agitated voice.
"It is wholly unnecessary for you to go on, Mrs. Bordine. Rest assured
that you have my sympathy, and I shall not trouble your husband again."
"No. It is not that."
"Well?"
"I read in the evening paper of the arrest of Mrs. Bordine and the flight
of her son--"
"Your husband."
"Not too fast, Miss Alstine. I wish to say that my husband has no mother
living, so it seems to me a mistake has been made somewhere."
"Such a man has mothers and wives to suit his convenience," retorted
Rose. "I presume you will not deny that the man who calls himself your
husband has fled."
"He is not at home at present.
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