You know how it is.

I was twenty-six and a clerk in a hardware house." He laughed grimly.
"Well, as luck would have it, my Uncle John died just about that time and left me ten thousand dollars and I started in to make her my own by getting her a divorce.

Now, this husband of hers was a wretched fellow--the son of a neighbor--who never got beyond being a waiter in a railroad station.

Say, it is rather rough, eh?
To think of me, Dillingham, of Dillingham, Hodges & Flynn, the biggest independent steel man in the State, tied up to a pale-faced woman who can't speak the King's English properly and whose first husband is a waiter--yes, a waiter to-day, understand, in a railroad restaurant at Baltimore! It makes me sick every time I go to Washington.

I can't eat--fact! So I hired a lawyer for her--you know him, I guess--Bunce.