I don't pretend to understand, but I imagine you may have done this in a moment of reckless bravado, feeling, perhaps, that as you gave the mare to De Levis, the money was by rights as much yours as his. Stopping DANCY, who is about to speak, with a gesture. To satisfy a debt of honour to this--lady; and, no doubt, to save your wife from hearing of it from the man Ricardos. Is that so? (DANCY: To the life.) It was mad, Captain Dancy, mad! But the question now is: What do you owe to your wife? She doesn't dream--I suppose? (DANCY: No.) We can't tell what the result of this collapse will be. The police have the theft in hand. They may issue a warrant. The money could be refunded, and the costs paid--somehow that can all be managed. But it may not help. In any case, what end is served by your staying in the country? You can't save your honour--that's gone. You can't save your wife's peace of mind. If she sticks to you--do you think she will?

Twisden Monologue from Loyalties

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