She was an actress.

_Comprenez ?_ A sort of Lydia Languish, la-de-da kind of a girl.

Oh, she caught me fast enough, and it was only after I had swallowed the hook, sinker and all, that I found out she was married." "Ho-ho!" remarked Gottlieb.

"The old story." "The same little old story," assented Dillingham.

"Take a cigar ?" He produced a well-filled case.
I dropped into a chair and hitched it toward them.
"Now, the fact of the matter is," continued he, "she wouldn't look at me as long as she was tied to her husband, miserable rat though he was; and he was and is a rat! I could call and take her out to dinner, and all that, but--pst! nothing more! and she was always telling me how I was her good angel and inspired her to higher things! Gad! even then it bored me! But I could see nothing but her face.