They were going to meet as usual.

He saw only her pretty face and neat figure and wondered why life was not arranged so that such joy as he found with her could be steadily maintained.

How much more pleasant it would be.

Then he would take up his wife's threat again, and the wrinkles and moisture would return.
In the morning he came over from the hotel and opened his mail, but there was nothing in it outside the ordinary run.

For some reason he felt as if something might come that way, and was relieved when all the envelopes had been scanned and nothing suspicious noticed.