Most of us were fetched by her white, swan-like neck, by that drooping, innocent profile.

There was a lot of latent devotion to Davidson's wife hereabouts, at that time, I can tell you.

But my idea was that she repaid it by a profound suspicion of the sort of men we were; a mistrust which extended--I fancied--to her very husband at times.

And I thought then she was jealous of him in a way; though there were no women that she could be jealous about.

She had no women's society.