He used to be insane for years . He believed he was dead and used to rage at his wife because she would n't bury him . I 'd a-done it . '' Aunt Philippa looked so determinedly grim that I could almost see her with a spade in her hand . I laughed aloud at the picture summoned up . `` Yes , it 's funny , but I guess his poor wife did n't find it very humorsome . He 's been pretty sane for some years now , but you never can tell when he 'll break out again . He 's got a brother , Albert Milgrave , who 's been married twice . They say he was courting his second wife while his first was dying . Let that be as it may , he used his first wife 's wedding ring to marry the second . That 's the men for you . '' `` Do n't you know any good husbands , Aunt Philippa ? '' I asked desperately . `` Oh , yes , lots of 'em -- over there , '' said Aunt Philippa sardonically , waving her whip in the direction of a little country graveyard on a distant hill . `` Yes , but living -- walking about in the flesh ? '' `` Precious few . Now and again you 'll come across a man whose wife wo n't put up with any nonsense and he has to be respectable . But the most of 'em are poor bargains -- poor bargains . '' `` And are all the wives saints ? '' I persisted .
`` Laws , no , but they 're too good for the men , '' retorted Aunt XXXXX , as she turned in at her own gate .
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