It's a sporting streak in us.

If you care for him now--if you could ever care for him, take him as you took him first....

Do you want him again ?" She stood leaning against the door, looking down.

Much of her colour had died out.
"I don't know," she said.
"I do." "Well--_do_ I ?" "Yes." "You think so?
Why ?" "Because he's adrift, too.

And he's rather weak, rather handsome, easily influenced--unjust, selfish, vain, wayward--just the average husband.
And every wife ought to be able to manage these lords of creation, and keep them out of harm....