The Stranger's Costume Is Not Modern

My wife confined her walks to the playzance, and for many weeks I heard no more of the nameless stranger. My wife's health began to droop. The change was more painful to behold than any physical alteration. Even in the place of my joyous young bride, I beheld a woman weighed down by rooted melancholy. In vain I sought to fathom the cause of my darling sadness. But although she said nothing, I could see she had no hope or belief in the healing powers of medicine.