"She will soon be bringing out her daughter.

I saw her the other day in London; she cut me dead!" "That was an escape!" and Henry lit a cigar.

"However, as you know, a year after weeping crocodile tears for poor Maurice, she married young Layard of Balmayn.

So all's well that ends well.

She and Rose have never spoken since the scene when Violet read in the _Scotsman_ that you had got married!" "Don't let's talk of it!" returned Mr.Arranstoun.