After eating jelly, cream, and ice-pudding, could you even _look_ at an oyster-omelet without shuddering?
Would you believe it?
Her ladyship proposed to serve the omelet with the cheese.

Oysters, after sweets! I am not (as yet) a married woman--" Father Benwell made a last desperate effort to pave the way for one more question before he submitted to defeat.

"That must be _your_ fault, my dear lady!" he interposed, with his persuasive smile.
Miss Notman simpered.

"You confuse me, Father!" she said softly.
"I speak from inward conviction, Miss Notman.

To a looker-on, like myself, it is sad to see how many sweet women who might be angels in the households of worthy men prefer to lead a single life.