"Good! There's old man Sharp. Luckily I remembered it was the day he generally drove over and wired him."
"What for?"
"So that he could drive us home. He's a near neighbor; lives only about a mile beyond us. He's married, too. So you won't be entirely without a woman to complain to about me."
"I should hardly be likely to do that," said Nora stiffly.
"Bless your heart! I know you wouldn't: you're not that sort."
"I hope she's not much like Gertie."
"Gosh, no! A different breed of cats altogether."
"Well, that's something to be thankful for."
"This is Mr. Sharp; Sid, shake hands with Mrs. Frank Taylor."
It was the first time that she had heard herself called by her new name. It came as a distinct and not altogether pleasant shock.