"Powers—Powers," said the merchant; "what does he do?"
"Gambles," was the cool response.
"Bless me, no! What do you know about a gambler?"
"He is my husband," replied the woman, with ingenuous promptness.
"Your husband a gambler!" ejaculated the gentleman, with horror in every tone.
"Yes, sir," reiterated the undaunted female; "and gamblers are the best men in the world."
"I didn't know they ever married. I should like to see a gambler's wife."
"Well, sir, take a mighty good look, and you can see one now."
The merchant opened the curtains into their compartment, and scrutinized the speaker—a young, rosy, and rather comely woman, with blue eyes and brown hair, quietly and tastefully dressed.