Still, she could not help muttering, as a kind of justification of her own conduct-- "A perfect Hotspur! It's rather hard that a woman can't speak to her husband, but he must fling himself off in this way.

Why didn't he read his history, if it was so very interesting, and let me alone.

I don't care about such things, and he knows it." After this, Mrs.Ellis fell into a state of deep and gloomy abstraction of mind.

Many images of the past came up to view, and, among them, some that it was by no means pleasant to look upon.

This was not the first time that her husband had gone off in a pet; but in no instance had he come home with a mind as clear as when he left her.