I was feeling very sentimental by the time I got to bed. I had had a
long, and I suppose maudlin, talk with Harry Colemain on the beauties
of matrimony. We had maintained the Fultons against all comers, as our
ideal example of that institution.
"Just think," I said, "this very night is the first one that John has
been away from her since they were married. That's going some. That's
some record. He boarded the train like a man mounting the scaffold to
have his head chopped off."