“Yes?” I inquired.
“You ’ave seen my vife?”
I did not answer at once; then, as I was uncertain how much he knew, I decided that it would be safest to confine myself to a bare nod.
“She is a verra fine woman, not?” he demanded, with visible pride.
“Very much so,” I assented. What could he be leading up to, I wondered?
“But, helas,” he continued, “she is a little—” here he touched his forehead significantly, while he gazed at me less keenly from under his bushy brows.
“Really, you surprise me,” was all I said.
“She quite wild some time,” he insisted.
“Indeed?”
“Yes; she do some strange zings; she verra good vife—sough—verra good cook.” He paused.