““But it proved otherwise. He shuffled about for some time, examining this thing and that thing; then he looked at me with his bloodshot eyes and said: “And just think—only a few weeks ago she was sitting there, alive and happy.…” I was surprised to find him suddenly so sentimental, and guessed that the flash little Jane he had with him last time was already beginning to get on his nerves. “She was a good wife,” he went on; “a jewel, I might say. She never wanted a thing. Ten years she wore the same coat. Blouses and so on she made all herself. And the housework—no maid.” Aha, thought I, the new one doesn’t, that’s obvious””
