she looked at him out of furious eyes, and said impatiently: "And what do you suppose I am to wear at such an affair?" ///. He had not thought about it: he stammered: //"Why, the dress you go to the theatre in. It looks very nice, to me...." ///He stopped, stupefied and utterly at a loss when he saw that his wife was beginning to cry. Two large tears ran slowly down from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth. ////"What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?" he faltered. //But with a violent effort she overcame her grief and replied in a calm voice, wiping her wet cheeks: ///"Nothing. Only I haven't a dress and so l can't go to this party. Give your invitation to some friend of yours whose wife will be turned out better than l shall. //He was heart-broken.