“You ass! Sit down, sir! You shall have an opportunity to wring my neck when this lady has gone. Then I shall have a word or two to say to you on my own account.”
Mr. Lonsdale wiped his brow. He took off his glasses and wiped them too.
“Bessie!” he cried; “Bessie, speak to me! Are you mad?” In his distress and perplexity he even descended to an explanation with the stranger. “Sir, this lady is my wife. We were married not two hours ago; we are on our honeymoon, and since we left the church door she has not spoken to me a single word!”
Mr. Lonsdale actually broke into sobs. The stranger significantly nodded his head.
“I suppose the man’s a lunatic.”
“I suppose he is,” said the “lunatic’s” wife.
“Never mind! This is the station. I will see you into another carriage here.”
The train wa
