"Well, she's great fun.

I wonder if she has her eye on anybody now ?" "Not on you, I hope," observed his father, who joked mildly on the mornings when the news was good; "but she's a beautiful woman, and she'll doubtless be able to get whatever she has set either her heart or her eye on." "She'll marry again within six months," prophesied Mrs.Fowler, with an anxious glance in the direction of her husband's coffee cup.

"Poor Algy, I always thought he was a hundred times too good for her," she added, while she abstractedly buttered her toast.

It was one of their extravagant years, and the butter was delicious.
"He adored her," said Gabriella.

"I shall never forget the evening they spent here.