For New York was not heaven to her, and she had spent a good deal of the day in looking up the necessary servants for our establishment, which, little as it was, required just double the number that had made us comfortable abroad.
She had too much discretion to trouble me with her cares, however, so she said cheerfully, after a few moments, by way of diverting my mind and her own-- "Well, I heard some news to-day." "Ah!"-- (I had been unpacking all day; and Mrs.Throckmorton in the interval of servant-hunting had not been able to refrain from a visit or two, _en passant_ to dear friends.) "Yes: Kilian Vandermarck was married yesterday." "Yesterday! how odd.

And pray, who has he married?
Not Mary Leighton, I should hope." "Leighton.

Yes, that's the name.

No money, and a little _passe_.
Everybody wonders." "Well, he deserves it.

That is even-handed justice, I'm not sorry for him.