I remember what an old friend, dead these many years, told me about his mad wife.

Ah well, she'd thought, when he'd told her about his wonderful wife.

"This could be even better than the day I told him about his wife."

If he were honorable, he'd tell her about his dead wife.

"I wish you had told me about your wife," she said after a moment.

Then the doctor sat and told me about his wife.

If you insist on telling the police about your wife, that's one thing.

And please don't tell me you fell for the story he told about his sick wife.

After what you told me about his wife, I shall persuade him to leave her behind.

He wanted to tell them about his wife, but couldn't.