Her husband, not a bad fellow in his way, had long since returned to her, and as yet had not done more than threaten a repetition of his assault.

Both were present at church.

A week ago Bob had established himself in a room in Shooter's Gardens, henceforth to be shared with him by his bride.
Probably he might have discovered a more inviting abode for the early days of married life, but Bob had something of the artist's temperament and could not trouble about practical details; for the present this room would do as well as another.

It was cheap, and he had need of all the money he could save from everyday expenses.

Pennyloaf would go en with her shirt-making, of course, and all they wanted was a roof over their heads at night.
And in truth he was fond of Pennyloaf.