His fingers fussed with the rug that covered his knees.
"God help the man that's afraid of his own wife!" remarked the Young Doctor to himself, not erroneously reading the expression of Crozier's face and the tone of his voice.

"There's nothing so unnerving." "No, I oughtn't to have done it," Crozier went on.

"But I will say again it wasn't a sordid marriage, though she had great expectations, but not immediate; and she was a girl of great character.

She was able and brilliant and splendid and far-seeing, and she knew her own mind, and was radiantly handsome." Kitty Tynan almost sniffed.

Through a whole fortnight she had, with a courage and a right-mindedness quite remarkable, fought her infatuation for this man, and as she fought she had imagined a hundred times what his wife was like.