And his wife was like him in everything,--except in this, that she always submitted to him.

He was a temperate man in the main; but on Saturday nights he would become jovial, and sometimes a little quarrelsome.

When this occurred the club would generally break itself up and go home to bed, not in the least offended.

Indeed Mr.Runciman was the tyrant of the club, though it was held at his house expressly with the view of putting money into his pocket.

Opposite to his seat was another arm-chair,--not so big as Mr.Runciman's, but still a soft and easy chair,--which was always left for the attorney.