But some women do get a devil of a hold on a man." "Yes, some do," I assented.

"Even when the man is the husband." "My missis," he addressed me unexpectedly, in a solemn, surprisingly hollow tone, "could wind me round her little finger.

I didn't find it out till she was gone.

Aye.

But she was a woman of sense, while that piece of goods ought to have been walking the streets, and that's all I can say.