"And you are back again," she said as all three became seated.
"Yes," he said, and sighed.
"It's awful," commented her mother.
"Isn't it the truth, oh, my God, how can those people be so mean?" cried Mildred.
"He's in Chicago," said her mother.
"Yes," said Mildred, "and I'll bet right over at Mrs. Pruitt's every day."
"He wouldn't be likely to be home," commented her mother.
"He returns as a rule along about midnight." The two laughed then, and regarded the man.
"You ought to give her up, Jean," said Mildred. "A woman that has no more will power than she has, isn't fit—isn't worth the grief you are spending."
"Yes, Mildred, it does seem so, but she is my wife, and somehow I feel that I should give her every chance."