Helen went to him.

He told her the rector was in the town, had called upon not a few of his parishioners, and doubtless was going to church in the morning.
"Thank you, Mr.Drew.I perfectly understand your kindness," said Mrs.
Wingfold, "but I shall not tell my husband to-night." "Excuse the liberty, ma'am, but--but--do you think it well for a wife to hide things from her husband ?" Helen laughed merrily.
"Assuredly not, as a rule," she replied.

"But suppose I knew he would be vexed with me if I told him some particular thing?
Suppose I know now that, when I do tell him on Monday, he will say to me, 'Thank you, wife.
I am glad you kept that from me till I had done my work,'-- what then ?" "All right _then_," answered the draper.
You see, Mr.Drew, we think married people should be so sure of each other that each should not only be content, but should prefer not to know what the other thinks it better not to tell.

If my husband overheard any one calling me names, I don't think he would tell me.

He knows, as well as I do, that I am not yet good enough to behave better to any one for knowing she hates and reviles me.