"Is that her husband ?" "Well, no; that is not, I believe." "No; I'll be bound it is not.

You never saw a married man talking to his wife in public in that way--unless they were talking about the last month's bills.

Why, it is perfectly brazen." Keith laughed.
"Where is her husband ?" she demanded, as Mrs.Wentworth floated by, a vision of brocaded satin and lace and white shoulders, supported by Ferdy Wickersham, who was talking earnestly and looking down into her eyes languishingly.
"Oh, her husband is here." "Well, he had better take her home to her little children.

If ever I saw a face that I distrusted it is that man's." "Why, that is Ferdy Wickersham.

He is one of the leaders of society.