For five minutes Condy had been picking it up and laying it down, frowning abstractedly at it during the pauses in the conversation.

Suddenly he became aware of what it was, and instantly read aloud the first item that caught his glance: "'Personal .-- Young woman, thirty-one, good housekeeper, desires acquaintance respectable middle-aged gentleman.

Object, matrimony.
Address K.D.B., this office.'-- Hum!" he commented, "nothing equivocal about K.D.B.; has the heroism to call herself young at thirty-one.
I'll bet she IS a good housekeeper.

Right to the point.

If K.D.B.
don't see what she wants, she asks for it." "I wonder," mused Blix, "what kind of people they are who put personals in the papers.