"He was badly taken in once.

His wife was one of the prettiest women I've ever struck--and she was an absolute devil." "He's a widower, then!" exclaimed Penelope.
Barry shook his head regretfully.
"No such luck! That's the skeleton in poor old Peter's cupboard.
Celia Mallory is very much alive and having as good a time as she can squeeze out of India." "They live apart," explained Kitty.

"She's one of those restless, excitable women, always craving to be right in the limelight, and she simply couldn't stand Peter's literary work.

She was frantically jealous of it--wanted him to be dancing attendance on her all day long.
And when his work interfered with the process, as of course it was bound to do, she made endless rows.

She has money of her own, and finally informed Peter that she was going to India, where she has relatives.