But I have a wife and that is enough.

You may have heard of her.

She is called La Meffraye." As he spoke his face took on an access of white terror, even as it had done when he looked out of the window.
"La Meffraye is she well named," he repeated the appellation with a harsh croak as of a night-hawk screaming.

"God forfend that she should come home to-night and find you here!" "Why, good sir," smiled James Douglas, "if that be the manner in which you speak of your housewife, faith, I am right glad to have remained a bachelor." Caesar the cripple looked about him and lowered his voice.
"Hush!" he quavered, breathing hard so that his words whistled between his toothless gums, "you do not know my wife.

I tell you, she is the familiar of the marshal himself." "Then," cried James Douglas, slapping his thigh, "she is young and pretty, of a surety.