"And what is her name?"
"He won't say."
"Nor where she lives?"
"No."
"Then where does he live?"
"None of us know that either; he's the darkest horse in the club."
Venn agreed with this speaker, some little bitterness in his tone. Another stood up for Langholm.
"We should be as dark," said he, "if we had married Gayety choristers, and they had left us, and we went in dread of their return!"
They sum up the life tragedies pretty pithily, in these clubs.
"He was always a silly ass about women," rejoined Langholm's critic, summing up the man. "So it's Mrs. Minchin now!"