Perhaps he now saw her, for the first time, as she commonly appeared to her husband--slightly peevish, unwilling to be disturbed, impatient when things did not run smoothly.
'You saw my husband yesterday ?' was her next remark, not very graciously uttered.
'We met in the street last night--before I got Wager's letter.

He was suffering horribly from neuralgia.' Harvey could not forbear to add this detail, but he softened his voice and smiled.
'I don't wonder at it,' returned the lady; 'he takes no care of himself.' Harvey glanced about the room.

Its furnishing might be called luxurious, and the same standard of comfort prevailed through the house.

Considering that Edgar Abbott, as Rolfe knew, married on small means, and that he had toiled unremittingly to support a home in which he could seldom enjoy an hour's leisure, there seemed no difficulty in explaining this neglect of his own health.

It struck the visitor that Mrs.Abbott might have taken such considerations into account, and have spoken of the good fellow more sympathetically.