Even the infernal love and good-will of his wife.

To hell with good-will! It was more hateful than ill-will.
Self-righteous bullying, like poison gas! The landlady looked at the clock.
"Ten minutes to, gentlemen," she said coldly.

For she too knew that Aaron was spoiled for her for that night.
The men began to take their leave, shakily.

The little doctor seemed to evaporate.

The landlady helped Aaron on with his coat.