There was a time when Miss Batchelor had admired Tyson.
He was not handsome; but his face had character, and she liked character.
Now she hated him and his face and everything belonging to him, his wife included.

But there was no denying that he was clever, cleverer than any man she had ever met in her life.
"Even a great intellect"-- here Tyson looked hard at Miss Batchelor, and her faded nervous face seemed to shrink under the look--"is a great misfortune--to a woman.

Look at my wife now.

She has about as much intellect as a guinea-pig, and the consequence is she is not only happy herself, but a cause of happiness to others.

There--see!" Miss Batchelor saw.