A Quaker had got himself into trouble with the authorities, and a constable called to escort him to the lock-up.
Is your husband in? he inquired of the good wife who came to the door.
My husband will see thee, she replied. "Come in."
The officer entered, was bidden to make himself at home, and was hospitably entertained for half an hour, but no husband appeared. At last he grew impatient.
Look here, said he, "I thought you said your husband would see me."
He has seen thee, was the calm reply, "but he did not like thy look, and so he's gone another way."