“George, do you think it will begin all over again?”
(To which her brutal worser half grumbles out the reply) “No! and that’s where it is more endurable than a woman.”
[At which the radiator gives a chuckle so apt as to suggest the possession of a sinister consciousness on the part of that noisy instrument of torture. Mrs. Ellston groans, with the discouraged conviction that she is but one against two, and upon this theory at length consents to resume her interrupted slumbers.]