"Ay. . . . For my part I don't know what you want with a husband at all."
"Nor I," said Mrs Bosenna, still gazing into the fire.
"At the best 'tis a risk."
Mrs Bosenna sighed again. "If it weren't, where'd be the fun?"
CHAPTER XX.
A NEWSPAPER PARAGRAPH.
Mr Rogers enjoyed his newspaper. To speak more accurately, he enjoyed several: and one of Fancy's duties—by no means the least pleasant or the least onerous—was to read to him daily the main contents of 'The Western Morning News,' 'The Western Daily Mercury,' and 'The Shipping Gazette': and on Thursdays from cover to cover—at a special afternoon seance—'The Troy Herald,' with its weekly bulletin of more local news.
"What's the items this week?" asked Mr Rogers, puffing at a freshly lit pipe and settling himself down to listen.
Fancy opened the paper at its middle sheet, folded it back and scanned it.
"Here we are. 'If you want corsets, go to—' no, that's an advertisement. 'Troy Christian Endeavour. Under the auspices of the above-named flourishing society—'"