Truth in Absence.
"Charlotte, my dear, how is it I find you weeping? Have you bad news from your husband?"
"Oh! worse than that! Arthur writes me from Carlsbad that he would die with grief at being absent from me, were it not that he gazes at my picture and covers it with a thousand kisses every day."
"That is very nice of him; but surely you are not crying about that? Most woman would give anything to have such a poetic and devoted husband."
"Oh, yes, Arthur is very poetical; but you don't know. Just to try him, I put mother's photo into his traveling bag instead of my own, and the wretch has never found it out. Boo-hoo-hoo!"
—Pick-Me Up.