"Well, you know the trouble she made for John, wouldn't be his wife and all that? Well, he seems to have won her round to his way of looking at compromise—or she got more or less fond of him again. I don't know."
"I don't quite understand what you're driving at."
"You don't? Why, she's to have a baby. And everybody who knew there had been trouble says, 'Thank God for that.'"
My hands began to tremble so that I had to hide them under the table at which we were sitting.
"Bully, isn't it?" said Harry; fortunately he had turned his head to look at two very lovely young women who had strolled into the palm garden.
"Bully," I said.
"See those two, Archie?" he said in a guarded voice.
"Sure I see them."
"One of 'em's the famous Mrs. Paxton, who——"
"I know."