"Children are deceived with cakes, women with sweet words, they say."
He cast a sidelong glance at her.
"You don't look well, to-day; you are pale."
"Am I?"
"Yes; what's the matter?"
"How can I look well, with that brute of a husband of mine?"
"Ah, yes! he got home rather the worse for drink yesterday evening, didn't he?"
"You ought to know; you were with him."
"Well, yes, I was; at least, part of the evening."
"And when he was as mad as a wild bull, you sent him home to me, didn't you?"