Some unaccustomed note in my voice struck her as strange.
"Is anything the matter with you?" she asked.
"No," I replied, glancing at the cat, "nothing."
"What are you looking at? Why are your eyes wandering so?"
"My dear," I said, with an attempt to speak in a lively tone, and failing dismally, "I must be a bit unstrung, that is all."
She accepted my explanation as satisfactory.
"No wonder," she said; "I would not go through such another trial for all the money in the world."
CHAPTER VII.
[I MAKE SOME SINGULAR EXPERIMENTS.]
For a little while we walked along in silence, and then I asked my wife whether she would ride or walk home.