Page after page of rhapsody did he write and I read, until at last I believed him, that he had found the one perfect woman in the world.
Lance wrote oftener still when I told him that I was coming home.

I must go at once to Dutton Manor.

I should find Dutton Manor an earthly Paradise, he said, and he was doubly delighted that I should be there in May, for in May it wore its fairest aspect.
"A wife makes home heaven, John," he never tired of writing.

"I wonder often why Heaven has blessed me so greatly.

My wife is--well, I worship her--she is a proud woman, calm, fair, and lovely as a saint.