In the cottage the doctor, sitting on the bed in his room, saw a pile of medical journals on the floor by the bureau. They were still in their wrappers unopened. It irritated him.
"Aren't you going back to work, dear?" asked the doctor's wife from the room where she was lying with the blinds drawn.
"No!"
"Was anything the matter?"
"I had a row with Dick Boulton."
"Oh," said his wife. "I hope you didn't lose your temper, Henry."
"No," said the doctor.
"Remember, that he who ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city," said his wife. She was a Christian Scientist. Her Bible, her copy of Science and Health and her Quarterly were on a table beside her bed in the darkened room.
Her husband did not answer. He was sitting on his bed now, cleaning a shotgun. He pushed the magazine full of the heavy yellow shells and pumped them out again. They were scattered on the bed.
"Henry," his wife called. Then paused a moment. "Henry!"
"Yes," the doctor said.
"You didn't say anything to Boulton to anger him, did you?"
