Oh, dear.
If sentimental schlock is your thing, you'll enjoy this...I guess.
The author is touted as a "Victorian feminist writer" and yet the main character in this book is a woman with heart trouble who lives for her husband's smiles and affection, and the narrator tells us that he would behave much better by her if she weren't so compliant! Because it's all her fault that he's insensitive and heartless and selfish, don'tcha know. She's making do on very little money while he makes his way in his profession, she eats leftovers with the servants but "orders a grouse" for Hubby, and she's in the wrong. He's one of those "manly men" who can't stand ill people around him, but turn into a whiny little boy who demands attention 24/7 if he has so much as a headache. Unfortunately, they still make 'em--in both sexes. His wife is dying of what sounds like congestive heart failure, and the doctor tells him that all he has to do to cure her is be around and make nice, but that's too much for him to manage.
I don't know about feminism, but Phelps was certainly obsessed with "parting the veil" into the spirit world. In this particular novelette, which started life as a magazine serial, the author is all over the place with spirit voices and events. When she rounded it all off in the weakest way possible, I would have thrown it across the room except it was on my ebook reader.
Usually I thank Gutenberg for giving me access to classic freebies. Not this time.