On Thursdays Mrs.Mumbray received her friends; sat as an embodiment of the domestic virtues and graces.

To-day the talk was principally on that recent addition to Polterham society, Mrs.Denzil Quarrier.
"I haven't seen her yet," said Mrs.Mumbray, with her air of superiority.

"They say she is pretty but rather childish." "But what is this mystery about the marriage ?" inquired a lady who had just entered, and who threw herself upon the subject with eagerness.
(It was Mrs.Roach, the wife of an alderman.) "Why was it abroad?
She is English, I think ?" "Oh no!" put in Mrs.Tenterden, a large and very positive person.

"She is a Dane--like the Princess of Wales.

I have seen her.