CHAPTER XVI.
HEALTH FROM THE SEA From Herne Hill to St.Peter Port was a change which made of Monica a new creature.

The weather could not have been more propitious; day after day of still air and magnificent sky, with temperature which made a brisk walk at any hour thoroughly enjoyable, yet allowed one to sit at ease in the midday sunshine.

Their lodgings were in the best part of the town, high up, looking forth over blue sea to the cliffs of Sark.
Widdowson congratulated himself on having taken this step; it was like a revival of his honeymoon; never since their settling down at home had Monica been so grateful, so affectionate.

Why, his wife was what he had thought her from the first, perfect in every wifely attribute.

How lovely she looked as she sat down to the breakfast-table, after breathing sea air at the open windows, in her charming dress, her black hair arranged in some new fashion just to please him! Or when she walked with him about the quays, obviously admired by men who passed them.