Mr.Gryce, noting it, began to stare at the first isolated object handy, which in this case happened to be the crooked end of his umbrella--a sign, to those who knew him well, of awakened interest.
"Well?
Let's hear," he said.
"It doesn't sound like much; but it will probably be news to you, as it certainly was to me.

It's this, Mr.Gryce: A certain gentleman we know has been contemplating matrimony; but since this accident happened at the museum,--that is, within the last two days,--the engagement has been broken off." "So! But I thought he had not got so far as an engagement.

You mean young Correy----" "No, Mr.Gryce, I do not.

I mean--_the other_." "The other! Well, that's worth listening to.

Engaged, eh, and now all of a sudden free again?
At whose instance, Sweetwater, his or hers?
Did you hear ?" "Not exactly, but--it's quite a story, sir.