Our fourth child was born just at that time; Jenny had a bad illness, and I believe it set her mind wrong.

I lost all control of her, and she used to say if it wasn't for the children she'd go and leave me.

One morning we quarrelled very badly, and I did as I'd threatened to--I walked about the streets all the night that followed, never coming home.

I went to work next day, but at dinner-time I got frightened and ran home just to speak a word.

Little Mike, the eldest, was playing on the stairs, and he said his mother was asleep.