All the tales were true.

A clever, ugly man every now and then is successful with the ladies; but a handsome fool is irresistible.

Mrs.Cat listened and listened.

Good heavens! she had heard all these tales before, and recollected the place and the time--how she was hemming a handkerchief for Max; who came round and kissed her, vowing that the physician's wife was nothing compared to her--how he was tired, and lying on the sofa, just come home from shooting.

How handsome he looked! Cat thought he was only the handsomer now; and looked more grave and thoughtful, the dear fellow! The garden was filled with a vast deal of company of all kinds, and parties were passing every moment before the arbour where our trio sat.
About half-an-hour after his Excellency had quitted his own box and party, the Rev.Mr.O'Flaherty came discreetly round, to examine the proceedings of his diplomatical chef.