Better half

But with that Argalus came out of his swoon, […], it seemed a little cheerful blood came up to his cheeks, like a burning coal, almost dead, if some breath a little revive it: and forcing up, the best he could, his feeble voice, “My dear, my better half,” said he, “I find I must now leave thee: and by that sweet hand, and fair eyes of thine I swear that death brings nothing with it to grieve me but that I must leave thee, […]

Quickly gentlemen, we got about fifteen minutes before Jimmie's better-half comes pulling into the driveway.

Private life then, just to flesh out David Brent the man. Is there a better half?