I knew nothing of my husband's youth. Miss Monchard, his ward, who was in the room, did, however; and after waiting for me a moment to go on, she said, cheerfully, "The boys will be men now, Sir. Friends ready waiting. And different sort of friends from any we have here, eh?" He laughed. "Yes, Jacky, you're right. Yes. They've all turned out well, even those Arndts.
"Surely, we have lost something beyond money," I thought, looking behind into the room, where my husband was quietly going back to the Arndts in quest of food for reflection, and Jacky prosed on about sea-anemones. I caught a glimpse of my sallow face in the mirror: it was full of a fierce disgust.