Divorce
There was a man in the hotel at Harwich with an ugly disagreeable woman who I supposed was his wife. I did not care about him, but he began to make up to me in the smoking-room.
“This divorce case,” said he, referring to one that was being reported in the papers, “doesn’t seem to move very fast.”
I put on my sweetest smile and said: “I have not observed it. I am not married myself, and naturally take less interest in divorce.”
He dropped me.