Through the Veil by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

He was a great shock-headed, freckle-faced Borderer, the lineal / descendant of a cattle-thieving clan in Liddesdale. In spite of his / ancestry he was as solid and sober a citizen as one would wish to see, a / town councillor of Melrose, an elder of the Church, and the chairman of / the local branch of the Young Men's Christian Association. Brown was his / name -- and you saw it printed up as "Brown and Handiside" over the / great grocery stores in the High Street. His wife, Maggie Brown, was an / Armstrong before her marriage, and came from an old farming stock in / the wilds of Teviothead. She was small, swarthy, and dark-eyed, with a / strangely nervous temperament for a Scotch woman. No greater contrast / could be found than the big tawny man and the dark little woman; but / both were of the soil as far back as any memory could extend.

One day -- it was the first anniversary of their wedding -- they had driven / over together to see the excavations of the Roman Fort at Newstead. It / was not a particularly picturesque spot. From the northern bank of the / Tweed, just where the river forms a loop, there extends a gentle slope / of arable land. Across it run the trenches of the excavators, with here / and there an exposure of old stonework to show the foundations of the / ancient walls. It had been a huge place, for the camp was fifty acres / in extent, and the fort fifteen. However, it was all made easy for them / since Mr. Brown knew the farmer to whom the land belonged. Under his / guidance they spent a long summer evening inspecting the trenches, the / pits, the ramparts, and all the strange variety of objects which were / waiting to be transported to the Edinburgh Museum of Antiquities. The / buckle of a woman's belt had been dug up that very day, and the farmer / was discoursing upon it when his eyes fell upon Mrs. Brown's face.