"It isn't rot," said his wife. "Wouldn't your heart be broken?"
He crossed his legs comfortably.
"Wouldn't it?" repeated Betty Billy.
"Not if it were as porous as his. You can't break a sponge, my dear."
"What happened to it?" I inquired, mildly interested.
"Women," said Billy impressively.
"Then it's easily patched," said I. "Like cures like."
"You don't understand, John," said Elsie gravely. "He was married to a beautiful—"
"Now, Elsie, you're telling," cautioned Betty Billy.
"Well," said Elsie doggedly, "I'm determined to tell this much: his name isn't Pless, his wife got a divorce from him, and now she has taken their child and run off with it and they can't find—what's the matter?"