"Nurse Wade in her time has shown me dozens of them.
Round dozens: bakers' dozens! They all belong to that species.

In fact, when a woman of this type is brought in to us wounded now, I ask at once, 'Husband ?' and the invariable answer comes pat: 'Well, yes, sir; we had some words together.' The effect of words, my dear fellow, is something truly surprising." "They can pierce like a dagger," I mused.
"And leave an open wound behind that requires dressing," Travers added, unsuspecting.

Practical man, Travers! "But WHY do they get assaulted--the women of this type ?" I asked, still bewildered.
"Number 87 has her mother just come to see her," my sorceress interposed.

"SHE'S an assault case; brought in last night; badly kicked and bruised about the head and shoulders.

Speak to the mother.