"I was married."
One person in the audience nearly cried out. It was Kitty Tynan. She
had never allowed herself to think of that, but even if she had, what
difference could it make whether he was married or single, since he was
out of her star?
"Are you not married now?"
"I do not know."
"You mean you do not know if you have been divorced?"
"No."
"You mean your wife is dead?"
"No."
"What do you mean? That you do not know whether your wife is living or
dead?"
"Quite so."
"Have you heard from her since you saw her last?"
"I had one letter."
Kitty Tynan thought of the unopened letter in a woman's handwriting in
the green baize desk in her mother's house.
"No more?"
"No more."
"Are we to understand that you do not know whether your wife is living or
dead?"
"I have no information that she is dead."
"Why did you leave her?"
"I have not said that I left her. Primarily I left Ireland."
"Assuming that she is alive, your wife will not live with you?"
"Ah, what information have you to that effect?" The judge informed
Crozier that he must not ask questions of counsel.
"Why is she not with you here?"
"As you said, I am only picking up a living here, and even the passage
by your own second-class steamship line is expensive."
The judge suppressed a smile. He greatly liked the witness.
"Do you deny that you parted from your wife in anger?"
"When I am asked that question I will try to answer it.
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