It took a long time, and a great deal of energy, and when Mr. Abbott finally ended his tirade he was quite breathless, and somewhat ashamed. The outburst had done him good, and he began to realize that it was not Arthur Abbott who had been speaking--not Arthur Abbott at all. It was some other Being, a suffering Being, an illogical, unreasonable, irritable Being, who had usurped Arthur Abbott's body and had ridden it all day long. This Being had behaved quite extraordinarily badly all day long; had been rude to Mr. Abbott's secretary (a most estimable and quite invaluable young woman); had quarreled senselessly with Mr. Abbott's partner; and now, to crown everything, was bullying Mr. Abbott's wife.