“I should have remembered and not asked you back to tea; but I was so miserable, and it is so lonely sitting in this house, that I could stand it no longer…. Talking to you saved me from thinking, and I did not want to think until this race was over. If Silver Braid is beaten we are ruined. Indeed, I don’t know what will become of us. For fifteen years I have borne up; I have lived on little at the best of times, and very often have gone without; but that is nothing compared to the anxiety—to see him come in with a white face, to see him drop into a chair and hear him say, ‘Beaten a head on the post,’ or ‘Broke down, otherwise he would have won in a canter.’ I have always tried to be a good wife and tried to console him, and to do the best when he said, ‘I have lost half a year’s wages, I
