He began to hear the talk again.
"My husband said the jointure was quite remarkable.

And then the carriages and gowns he would have given! You should have seen the jewels she had! And poor Mr.Monekton--it was one month off the day the wedding was fixed, for when she broke it off.

Suddenly she would have none of it." Trying to piece together these staccato jottings by what he knew of the character of his love, Trenholme's mind was sore with curiosity about it all, especially with regard to the character of Mr.Monckton.
"Perhaps"-- he spoke politely, as if excusing the fickleness of the absent woman--"perhaps some fresh knowledge concerning the gentleman reached Miss Rexford." "For many a year we had known all that was to be known about Mr.
Monckton," declared the mother, vigorously.

"Sophia changed her mind.

It was four years ago, but she might be Mrs.Monckton in a month if she'd say the word.