She'd chances enough and to spare,

Ah, then if you'd only turned jealous—

But you didn't notice nor care.

Then her sickness came—even we fellows

All thought you behaved like a scrub,

Leaving her for the nurse to take care of,

While you spent your time at the club.

She never forgave you. How could she?

If I'd been in her place myself,

By Jove, I'd have left you. She didn't,

But told all her woes to Jack Guelph.

When a girl's lost all love for her husband,

And is cursed with a masculine friend

To confide in, and he is a blackguard,

She isn't far off from the end.

Oh, I'm through—of course nobody blamed you

In the end, when you got your divorce—

You were right enough there—she'd levanted

With Guelph, and you'd no other course.

What I mean is, if you'd acted squarely,

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