What have you got to say about that?" "That if you keep your word it will be a very happy release for your wife," Wingate replied drily. Dredlinton leaned across the desk. There was an almost satyrlike grin upon his face. "You are a fool," he said. "My wife wants to get rid of me you and she have talked that over, I have no doubt but not this way. She is a proud woman, Wingate.
Indeed, after the first shock he even hit upon a grimace calculated to tide him honorably over his difficulty; he "turned rabbit," as he phrased it, and stuck out his lips and wrinkled up his nose, so as completely to transform the lower half of his face. His base, satyrlike head seemed to exude incontinence.