"That comes of marrying a woman young enough to be your daughter." "She ought to have known better," was the verdict of the women.

"So many other ways of getting what you want without making a scandal," this from a duchess from behind her fan to a divorcee.

But few words of sympathy for the deserted husband escaped any of them and, except from his old servants, Felix allowed himself to receive none.
He had made no move to win her back.

To him she was, at the worst, only the same wilful and spoiled child she had always been, while he was over twenty years her senior.

What he hoped for was that her common sense, her breeding, and her pride would come to the rescue, and that after her pique had spent itself, she would become once more the loving wife.
And it is quite possible that this hope might have been realized had it not been for one of those unfortunate and greatly to be regretted concurrences which so often precede if they do not precipitate many of life's catastrophes.
One of Lord Carnavon's grooms was the unfortunate match that caused this explosion.