Everything was A-1 of course; first-rate wines to choose from, and a rattling good cigar afterwards--for me, I mean.

She brought out a box; said they were her husband's, and had a laugh about it.' 'How long has she been a widow ?' asked Nancy.
'I don't know.

She didn't wear colours, I noticed; perhaps it was a fashionable sort of mourning.

We talked about all sorts of things; I soon made myself quite at home.

And at last she began to explain.