I shall join you in London, and will make the best of a bad business.

Thank Heaven, I have learned how to bear my misfortunes," and with this Parthian shot she left the room.
For a minute or two her husband felt as though he almost hated her.

Then he thrust his face into the pillow and groaned.
"She is right," he said to himself; "we must make the best of a bad business.

But, somehow, I seem to have made a mess of my life.

And yet I loved her once--for a month or two." This was not an agreeable scene, and it may be said that Lady Honoria was a vulgar person.