I have no comfort or peace of mind in my own house.

I will stand it no longer.

I may be late to-night--I shall go to the British Medical meeting.

But when I return I shall hope to find that you have reconsidered your conduct, and that you have shaken yourself clear of the pernicious influences which have recently made such an alteration in your conduct." He seized his hat, slammed the dining-room door, and a few minutes later they heard the crash of the big front gate.
"Victory, Clara, victory!" cried Ida, still pirouetting around the furniture.

"Did you hear what he said?
Pernicious influences! Don't you understand, Clara?
Why do you sit there so pale and glum?
Why don't you get up and dance ?" "Oh, I shall be so glad when it is over, Ida.