“I suppose you can explain,” said Miss Frink.
“Mr.—Mr. Ogden never met me after my second marriage,” said Adèle faintly.
“The first one died, I hope.”
“I suppose you know why you are so rough, Aunt Susanna.” Adèle was evidently controlling tears.
“Well, you know how I feel. I like the sod kind better than grass. Never mind my bluntness, child. That’s neither here nor there. Mr. Reece left you something?”
“His life insurance, yes.”
“Then it was all gone, I suppose, when you decided to try again, and drew a blank in the matrimonial market.”
“Yes—almost,” faltered Adèle.
“Then, did the unpleasant ceremony you were forced to go through afterward result in your getting any alimony?”
“A—a very little.”