The man had always behaved like a bachelor--for instance he had always made love to the maids.

There also came back to her the memory of something her husband had once said, with one of his grimly humorous looks:--"Piper's a regular dog! If he'd been born in a different class of life he'd have been a real Don Juan." She now asked herself very anxiously how far a married Don Juan of any class confides in his wife?
Does he tell her his real secrets, or does he keep them to himself?
Judging by her own experience the average man who loves a woman is only too apt to tell her not only his own, but other people's secrets.
Slowly she put the letter back in its envelope.

She had gone to a great deal of trouble, and even to some little expense, over procuring Piper a really good situation.

She had seen not only his new employer, but also what she liked doing far less, his new employer's wife; and she had got him extraordinarily good wages, even for these days.

It was too bad that he should worry her, after all she had done for him.