One thought Lord Fullarton had a way of expressing aloud, and quite apart from any context, especially in his last illness. "And so fond of her husband!" he would end long silences by exclaiming. "I never saw anything like it in my life!"
"You mean Irralie, of course?"
"Well, my dear, I did; and you'll understand it when they come over. I was thinking of the day after I got there. They had been telling me the rights of that extraordinary affair which got into the papers, you remember, immediately after Greville's arrival. They don't know yet who the wretched man really was; but he's in Darlinghurst Gaol, at Sydney, for the term of his life; and I felt I should like to visit him when I was there, but the authorities dissuaded me. Well, they had shown me the pianos he played on, and Greville had explained (what I never could quite understand) why it was he didn't himself say what had happened to him when he first arrived. The whole affair hinged on that, if you re-
