"I knew the storm was coming. She said I was an ingrate, a dissipater of her fortune, a fool, a heartless villain, a—
"She went no further.
"I grabbed the first thing at hand,—it was 'The Fifteen Joys of Marriage,'—and threw it at her head. It struck her arm and fell upon the floor. When I stooped to pick it up, noticing the poor, bruised, broken corner, I looked about. My wife was gone.
"The next day she served me with the papers for the divorce which is now a cause célèbre.
"At last I was free!"