She is inimitable in discussing the miseries of her own position as the wife of a Master of Hounds; but the miseries are as evidently fictitious as the art is real.

She told me how poor dear Lady Baldock communicated to you her unhappiness about her daughter in a manner that made even me laugh; and would make thousands laugh in days to come were it ever to be published.

But of her inside life, of her baby, or of her husband as a husband, she never says a word.

You will have seen it all, and have enough of the feminine side of a man's character to be able to tell me how they are living.

I am sure they are happy together, because Violet has more common sense than any woman I ever knew.
And pray tell me about the affair at Tankerville.