Day after day Mrs.Nevill Tyson, in amazing garments, sat and prattled to him in the dog-cart, while Tyson followed the hounds; yet for the life of him he could not tell whether she was really very infantile or only very deep.

You see she was Tyson's wife.

It must be said she gave him every opportunity for clearing his ideas on the subject, and if he did not know, other people might be allowed to make mistakes.

And when he came to stay at Thorneytoft for weeks at a time, familiarity with the little creature's moods only complicated the problem.
It was about the middle of February, and Stanistreet had been down for a fortnight's hunting, when, in the morning of his last day, Tyson announced his intention of going up to town with him to-morrow.

He might be away for three weeks or a month altogether; it depended upon whether he enjoyed himself sufficiently.
Stanistreet, who was looking at Mrs.Nevill Tyson at the time, saw the smile and the color die out of her face; her beauty seemed to suffer a shade, a momentary eclipse.