Mustn’t eat stone fruit?
Agatha Posket.
No, I mean years, months, days, dates connected with my marriage with Mr. Farringdon.
Lukyn.
Dear me, sore subject!
Agatha Posket.
I will be more than candid with you. My present husband, having a very short vacation in the discharge of his public duties, wooed me but for three weeks; you, who have in your time courted and married, know the material of which that happy period is made up. The future is all-engrossing to the man; the presents—I mean the present, a joyous dream to the woman. But in dealing with my past I met with more than ordinary difficulties.
Lukyn.
Don’t see why—late husband died a natural death—wasn’t stood on a balcony or anything.