Oscar Willoughby Bunce! And he prepared divorce papers--Oh, we had cause enough! And the next time Hawkins -- that was the husband's name, Arthur P.Hawkins--came over to New York, to borrow some money from his wife, Bunce slapped a summons on him.

It makes me squirm to think how delighted I was to know we had actually begun our case.

Hawkins hired a lawyer, I believe, and pretended he was going to put up a defence, but I bought him off and we got our decree by default.

Then, gentlemen"-- Dillingham paused with a wry face--"I had the inestimable privilege of marrying my present wife!" He sucked meditatively on his cigar for a few moments before resuming his narrative.
"Curious, isn't it--the fascination of the stage?
You, gentlemen, probably have observed it even more than I have; but when he sees a slim girl with yellow curls capering around in tights behind the footlights, a young man's imagination runs riot and he fancies her the incarnation of coquetry and the personification of vivacious loveliness.

I admit it--the present Mrs.Dillingham was a dancer.
On the stage she used to ogle me out of my shoes and off it she'd help me spend my money and drink my wine and jolly me up to beat the cars; but once I'd married her she changed completely.