George was more subdued after that.
And I noticed that his necktie was in most excellent taste.
Right across the aisle two ladies were condoling with each other over the respective short-comings of their husbands.
I wondered if that sort of thing was common, and how John's ears would tingle during business hours if he could only know how his little faults were being held up to ridicule by the partner of his bosom.
They did haul those poor fellows over the coals good and hard, which I thought bad taste, considering that it was only through the liberality of the same that these ladies were now off on a month's pleasure trip.
I heard one of them finally say:
"So your husband always humiliates you when you take him to church Sunday morning? What does he do—go to sleep and snore like my unmannerly husband?"
"Oh; it's worse than that, I assure you. He gives himself away so wretchedly."
"How is that?" asked the other, eagerly, for much as these ladies like to run their husbands down, they seem to enjoy learning that there are others still worse.