Mrs.Finch cast her eyes up reverentially at her husband, as if she thought him the noblest of created beings, and silently put her handkerchief to her eyes.

Mr.Finch was satisfied; Mr.Finch went on.

"My health has suffered--I assure you, Madame Pratolungo, MY health has suffered.

Since this sad occurrence, my stomach has given way.

My balance is lost--my usual regularity is gone.