Get more votes if you look a bit shabby from the sort who I expect may get me the office," laughed Wilbur.

"This new suit is simply to enable me to look worthy, as far as my clothes are concerned, of my famous wife." "I think you have already clothes enough," said Margaret coldly.
Wilbur looked hurt.

"Doesn't make much difference how the old man looks, does it, dear ?" said he.
"Let me see the samples," Margaret returned with an effort.

There were depths beyond depths; there were bottomless quicksands in a lie.
How could she have known?
That night Wilbur looked into his wife's bedroom at midnight.
"Awake ?" he asked in his monosyllabic fashion.
"Yes." "Say, old girl, Von Rosen has just this minute gone.

Guess it's a match fast enough." "I always thought it would be Alice," returned Margaret wearily.