“You are here with your wife?” asked the lieutenant. Port assented absently. “That’s it,” said the lieutenant to himself. “He’s having trouble with his wife. Poor devil!” It occurred to him that they might go together to the quartier. He enjoyed showing it off to strangers. But as he was about to say: “Fortunately my wife is in France—” he remembered that Port was not French; it would not be advisable.
