Naturally, he came full of love for his wives.

But he had been here only a few days when he became convinced that one of them had forgotten him; something in her manner made him suspect it, for she was a woman of singularly open, almost recklessly open, nature.

Then a good neighbour came and told him that one night, while on his way for the doctor, he had seen this woman take leave of her lover--had seen the man, whom he could not recognise, embrace her at parting.

He taxed her with this, and she at once confessed, though protesting that she had not sinned, save in spirit.

You can imagine his grief, Brother Rae, for he had loved the woman.