She sits at home and waits. She does not know what else to do. Sometimes she speaks angrily to him – why must he go off on these bizarre adventures? What is the meaning of it? Why can he never stay quietly at home with his loving wife?
These outbursts generally prove useless, and yet untoward thoughts never enter her mind. She believes in him. She loves him. She knows he loves her too.
She leaves his hot dinner on the hob for him, and she waits in their cold bed.
Mrs. Mary Watson knows all she needs to know.