I FELT a touch upon my shoulder, and turned to find Mistress Percy beside me.

Her cheeks were white, her eyes aflame, her whole frame tense.

The passion that dominated her was so clearly anger at white heat that I stared at her in amazement.

Her hand slid from my shoulder to the bend of my arm and rested there.

"Remember that I am your wife, sir," she said in a low, fierce voice,--"your kind and loving wife.