One cannot expect a recently married young woman to give a correct account of her husband." "I do not believe," said Mr Croft, "that there is any probability that I shall ever meet the gentleman--our walks in life being so different." "I should hope so, indeed!" interrupted Mrs Keswick.

"But people of all sorts do run across each other." "But if I do meet with him," he continued, "I shall take great pleasure in giving you my impressions by letter, or in person, of your nephew-in-law." "Don't call him that!" exclaimed the old lady with much asperity.

"I don't acknowledge the title.

But I won't say any more about him," with a grim smile, "or you may think I don't like him." "Some of these days," he said, "you may come to be of the opinion that he is exactly the husband you would wish your niece to have." "Never!" she cried.

"If he were an angel in broadcloth.