Audrey

His wife departed, muttering to herself, and the reverend Gideon pulled

out of his capacious pocket a flask of usquebaugh. In five minutes from

the time of his setting it to his lips the light in which he viewed the

situation turned from gray to rose color. By the time he espied Audrey

coming toward him through the garden he felt a moral certainty that when

he came to die (if ever he died) it would be in his bed in the Fair View

glebe house.