Next day,though I pressed him to remain,Stroeve left me.I offered to fetch his things from the studio,but he insisted on going himself;I think he hoped they had not thought of getting them together,so that he would have an opportunity of seeing his wife again and perhaps inducing her to come back to him.But he found his traps waiting for him in the porters lodge,and the concierge told him that Blanche had gone out.I do not think he resisted the temptation of giving her an account of his troubles.I found that he was telling them to everyone he knew;he expected sympathy,but only excited ridicule.

　　He bore himself most unbecomingly.Knowing at what time his wife did her shopping,one day,unable any longer to bear not seeing her,he waylaid her in the street.She would not speak to him,but he insisted on speaking to her.He spluttered out words of apology for any wrong he had committed towards her;he told her he loved her devotedly and begged her to return to him.She would not answer;she walked hurriedly,with averted face.I imagined him with his fat little legs trying ......