C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

“ She glanced at Jim, too—as all women do glance—with interest. But it was purely impersonal interest, as if to say, “There's a man!”
Those black brows of his drew together in disapproval because she had no right to be so rosy and happy, so much more voluptuous in her beauty than she had been when with Ralston Murray. Rosemary, however, seemed quite unconscious of Jim's disgust. She had an air of conquering, conscious charm, as if all the world must love and admire her, such an air as she had never worn in our experience. ”

“ Ralston Murray loved us very much, but he didn't wish for our advice. Indeed, he wished for nothing at all from any one, except to be let alone.
He had said to Gaby Jennings that he would always want Rosemary back, whatever he heard about her past, but now, believing Gaby's story with all its additional proofs, at all events he had no more hope of ever getting her back. In his eyes she was another man's wife. He did not expect to see her again.
Jim and I could do nothing with him; Jim was helpless because he also, at heart, believed Gaby, and defended Rosemary only to please me ”

“ This was mad talk; but, in a way, Ralston Murray went mad that day when he lost Rosemary. No doctor, no alienist, would have pronounced him mad, of course. Rather would I have seemed insane in my defense of Rosemary Brandreth. But when the man's heart broke, something snapped in his brain. All was darkness there. ”