It's so far away that nobody will remember you were married to an Australian.

Besides, anything of the sort is so easily got over nowadays.

My darling, why do you look at me with those tragic eyes?
It is not like the old Biddy to be a slave to Mrs Grundy.' She had been listening, sitting rigid in her chair, her hands still in his, looking at him in a strange fixed manner, almost like a person in the first stage of hypnotism.

Now she snatched her hands away and gave a sobbing cry.
'Oh, I'm not the old Biddy.

I never can be again.' 'Dear love--believe me, when I promise you that you shall never have cause for regret.' He would have taken her into his arms, but she drew herself back.
'Will, you don't understand.