How well you're looking, my dear!" After a sleepless night, followed by her defeat in Carmina's room, Mrs.Gallilee looked, and knew that she looked, ugly and old.

And her wretched husband had reminded her of it.

"Go on!" she answered sternly.
Mr.Gallilee moistened his dry lips.

"I think I'll take a chair, if you will allow me," he said.

Having taken his chair (at a respectful distance from his wife), he looked all round the room with the air of a visitor who had never seen it before.