Sixteen years have gone by, and this woman is still above ground; stranger still the man is alive as well; and strangest of all, they are still under the same roof. Indeed, if report and appearance are to be trusted, Mr. Daemon is a model husband, and Mrs. Daemon's sudden and amazing temper has spent itself and left her a person of spirit indeed, but in nowise unamiable, and least of all, an ugly character.
No one who saw them walk past me, arm in arm, that morning, on their way to the wreck, would have dreamed of their past.
Truly, man is a harp, and truly, woman does the harping.