I wish--I wish--I'd never married." Her voice came muffled and piteous.

It was the cry of a desolate child.
And all the deep chivalry in Phil's soul quivered and thrilled in response.

Before he knew it, tender, consoling words had sprung to his lips.
"Don't cry, dear; don't cry!" he said.

"You'll feel better about it presently.

We all go through it, and it's beastly, I know, I know.