He would go to the houses of his wife's relations until he should be told that he was not welcome.
'John,' his wife said to him that night, 'bear it like a man.' 'Am I not bearing it like a man ?' 'It is crushing your very heart.

I see it in your eyes.' 'Can you bear it ?' He asked his question with a stern voice; but as he asked it he turned to her and kissed her.
'Yes,' she said, 'yes.

While I have you with me, and baby, I can bear anything.

While you will tell me everything that happens, I will bear everything.

And, John, when you were out just now, and when I am alone and trying to pray, I told myself that I ought not to be unhappy; for I would sooner have you and baby and all these troubles, than be back at Chesterton--without you.' 'I wish you were back there.