Archer's Marriage to Missus Welland

Archer had always liked newport in his bachelor days. But as he stood on the beaufort veranda and looked out on the brightly peopled lawn, it came home to him with a shiver that he was not going to like it at all. It was not may's fault, poor dear. If now and then during their travels, they had fallen slightly at a step, harmony had been restored by their return to the conditions she was used to. She cocked her head on one side and languished at him through screwed up eyes. Archer's heart stopped with the queer jerk which it had given once before, and which seemed suddenly to slam a door between himself and