“I didn’t know,” remarked Mr. Fledgeby, trying a new part of his chair, “but that Lammle might be reserved about his affairs.”

“Not to me,” said Mrs. Lammle, with deep feeling.

“Oh, indeed?” said Fledgeby.

“Not to me, dear Mr. Fledgeby. I am his wife.”

“Yes. I⁠—I always understood so,” said Mr. Fledgeby.