A truce! Mr.Franklyn-Haldene, as he entered the carriage after his wife, savagely bit off the end of a cigar.
"What the devil's the matter with you women, anyhow ?" he demanded.
"Franklyn!" "Why couldn't you leave her alone?
You're all a pack of buzzards, waiting for some heart to peck at.

Church!--bah!" It was only on rare occasions that Mr.Franklyn-Haldene voiced his sentiments.

On these occasions Mrs.Franklyn-Haldene rarely spoke.
There was a man in her husband she had no desire to rouse.

Mr.Haldene was the exception referred to; he was not afraid of his wife.
They rode homeward in silence.

As they passed the Warrington place, Mr.Haldene again spoke.
"Warrington is home over Sunday.