“Good gracious!” ejaculated Croupin, “then does a second marriage debar you from high political honours in this country?”
“It does,” replied Miss Drake-Raven emphatically, “when it so happens”—she lowered her eyes with becoming modesty—“that your first wife is still living and has divorced you.”
“Oh! oh!” exclaimed Croupin, wondering incredulously what possible physical attraction that leviathan body could have had for any member of the opposite s*x. “He is a gay gentleman is he?”
“Most fascinating,” commented Miss Drake-Raven with enthusiasm, “and when he is addressing any large audience he has a voice like a vesper bell.” She continued. “And that's Sir Charles Carrion, the one who looks so ill. He is a very great surgeon, besides being the eleventh baronet of his line.” She shook her
