goes in for bazaars. The girl is plain, and not much in her. These literary cusses have awfully queer tastes. They don't know what love is, poor devils!" "Who told you about it?" said Cynthia.
"I heard it at the club," said her husband, "from a fellow who knows the bride. They say, too, his book is going to make a hit."
"When was he married?" said Lady Theodosia.
"This morning," said Edward. "I suppose it will be in the papers tomorrow. I used to think he was sweet on Agatha, always hanging about the Rectory as he did last summer."
If a new light suddenly dawned upon him he was discreet enough not to reveal the fact, but with a benedictory smile, as became a husband and the head of the house, he went out.
Cynthia was the first to speak." I'm glad the Calais boat didn't sink," she said; "but even if it had, I can't help thinking that I should have had the best of it." Her lips curved and a dimple came into her cheek, but there was no smile in her eyes.
"I dare say this Miss Hemingway is very well suited to him," said Lady Theodosia.
"I know all about her," said Cynthia. "He once stopped at a country house with her. He told me she was a very good walker and ate an astonishingly large breakfast."
"I have certainly heard more impassioned descriptions," said Lady Theodosia.
"Nevertheless, he has married her," said Cynthia.
"Yes, he has married her," said Lady Theodosia, "and you have married Edward; but I don't think that proves anything."
