The ordinary soldier's wife, good, straight, heroic soul, I know as well and and profoundly admire as I do the ordinary wife of a brother-officer, and I could tell you what she thinks and feels in her own language.

But the class whence Mrs.Tufton proceeded is out of my social ken.

She was stale-drunk; she had, doubtless, a vile headache; probably she felt twinges of remorse and apprehension of possible police interference.

As a counter-irritant to this, she had worked herself into an astounding temper.

She would give up none of her husband's belongings.