‘They are not going to separate, I believe,’ said Mr. Melton; ‘but I rather think there was a foundation for the rumour.’
Mr. Ormsby still shook his head.
‘Well,’ continued Mr. Melton, ‘all I know is, that it was looked upon last winter at Paris as a settled thing.’
‘There was some story about some Hungarian,’ said Mr. Cassilis.
‘No, that blew over,’ said Mr. Melton; ‘it was Trautsmansdorff the row was about.’
All this time Mr. Ormsby, as the friend of Lord and Lady Monmouth, remained shaking his head; but as a member of society, and therefore delighting in small scandal, appropriating the gossip with the greatest avidity.
‘I should think old Monmouth was not the sort of fellow to blow up a woman,’ said Mr. Cassilis.
‘Provided she would leave him quietly,’ said Mr. Melton.
‘Yes, Lord Monmouth never could live with a woman more than two years,’ said Mr. Ormsby, pensively. ‘And that I thought at the time rather an objection to his marriage.’
We must now briefly revert to what befell our hero after those unhappy occurrences in the midst of whose first woe we left him.