She was thinking.
"I dare say you can guess," she began presently, "something of what my daily life is like when my husband is in town.

It is little less than torture, especially since he became mixed up with Mr.Phipps, that horrible person Martin, and their friends." "Abominable!" Wingate muttered.
"He is all the while trying to induce me to receive their women friends," she continued.

"I need not tell you that I have refused, as I always should refuse." "Naturally!" "To-night, however," she went on, "he has surpassed himself.

First of all he telephoned to say that he was bringing home friends for dinner, and if I had any other engagement he requested me to cancel it.

As you know, I did so.