Still a little nervous, he watched his wife to the end of the garden and saw her crane her head over the fence.

By the time she returned he was sitting in an attitude of careless ease, with his back to the window.
"Well ?" he said, with assurance.
Mrs.Chalk stood stock-still, and the intensity of her gaze drew Mr.
Chalk's eyes to her face despite his will.

For a few seconds she gazed at him in silence, and then, drawing her skirts together, swept violently out of the room..