I told Briggs so yesterday." "LIKES somebody else!" Briggs gasped.

"O my dear friend, she is married already." "Married already," Mrs.Bute chimed in; and both sate with clasped hands looking from each other at their victim.
"Send her to me, the instant she comes in.

The little sly wretch: how dared she not tell me ?" cried out Miss Crawley.
"She won't come in soon.

Prepare yourself, dear friend--she's gone out for a long time--she's--she's gone altogether." "Gracious goodness, and who's to make my chocolate?
Send for her and have her back; I desire that she come back," the old lady said.
"She decamped last night, Ma'am," cried Mrs.Bute.
"She left a letter for me," Briggs exclaimed.

"She's married to--" "Prepare her, for heaven's sake.