It was not always easy.

Linda's devotion was touching.

She perceived--though she hardly liked admitting it--that her husband missed the society of "that" Mr.Williams, in whom she, for one, never could see anything particularly striking, and who was now travelling abroad on a quest it would be indelicate to particularize, and one that in _her_ opinion should have been taken up by a far older man, the father of a grown-up family.

She strove to replace Williams as an intelligent companion in the Library and even in the Laboratory.

She gave up works of charity and espionage in Marylebone and many of her trips into Society, to sit more often with the dear Professor, and was a little distressed by his groans which seemed to be quite unprovoked by her remarks or her actions.