They were going into the shop, Mrs.Creston said, and she begged Mr.Stransom to come with them and help to decide.

He thanked her, opening his watch and pleading an engagement for which he was already late, and they parted while she shrieked into the fog, "Mind now you come to see me right away!" Creston had had the delicacy not to suggest that, and Stransom hoped it hurt him somewhere to hear her scream it to all the echoes.
He felt quite determined, as he walked away, never in his life to go near her.

She was perhaps a human being, but Creston oughtn't to have shown her without precautions, oughtn't indeed to have shown her at all.

His precautions should have been those of a forger or a murderer, and the people at home would never have mentioned extradition.

This was a wife for foreign service or purely external use; a decent consideration would have spared her the injury of comparisons.