This further levity it was therefore that laid him fully open.

"Do you mean to say you've been living with Petherton so long without becoming aware that he's shockingly worried ?" "My dear Duchess," Mitchy smiled, "Petherton carries his worries with a bravery! They're so many that I've long since ceased to count them; and in general I've been disposed to let those pass that I can't help him to meet.

YOU'VE made, I judge," he went on, "a better use of opportunities perhaps not so good--such as at any rate enables you to see further than I into the meaning of the impatience he just now expressed." The Duchess was admirable, in conversation, for neglecting everything not essential to her present plausibility.

"A woman like Lady Fanny can have no 'grounds' for anything--for any indignation, I mean, or for any revenge worth twopence.

In this particular case at all events they've been sacrificed with such extravagance that, as an injured wife, she hasn't had the gumption to keep back an inch or two to stand on.