“Why do you say that?” asked my wife, who never would let a generalization pass unchallenged.
“I was thinking of Rattray,” said I. “The most tolerant of judges could scarcely have described him as a good man five years ago. Yet I can see that he has made an admirable husband. On the whole, and if you can’t be both, it is better to be the good husband!”
It was this point that we debated with so much ardor. My wife would take the opposite side; that is her one grave fault. And I must introduce
the moonlit valley lay as still as the dread old house in its midst but for the splash and gurgle of the beck. I fancied this grew louder as I paused and listened in my helplessness. All at once - was it the tongue of Nature telling me the way, or common gumption returning at the eleventh hour? I ran