Perversely enough, they had been drawn together by the very attraction of dissimilarity. He had found her feminine home-loving qualities most appealing. His manner of wearing an invisible cloak, sword and buckler, though actually garbed in ready-mades, thrilled her. She had come of a good family; he of, seemingly, no family at all. When the two married, Milly’s people went through that ablutionary process known as washing their hands of her. Thus ideally mismated they tried to make the best of it — and failed. At least, Sam Pardee failed. Milly Pardee said, “Goodness knows I tried to be a good wife to him.” The plaint of all unappreciated wives since Griselda.

Theirs was a feast-and-famine existence. Sometimes Sam Pardee made sudden thousands. Mrs. Pardee would buy silver, linen, and other household