Chapter 23

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌⁠Swithin could not sleep that night for thinking of his Viviette. Nothing told so significantly of the conduct of her first husband towards the poor lady as the abiding dread of him which was revealed in her by any sudden revival of his image or memory. But for that consideration her almost childlike terror at Swithin's inadvertent disguise would have been ludicrous.

He waited anxiously through seve