"THAT Greek god has been staring as if he contemplated murder."
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"But are there any nice sensible wives?" asked the bachelor plaintively.
"Have you finished your cigarette, Mr. Travers?" inquired the widow coolly.
"Because if there are, that is just what I am looking——"
"If you have," pursued the widow, "I think we had better go."
The bachelor rose with alacrity. "I think so, too," he acquiesced, pleasantly. "That Greek god over yonder under the palm has been staring at me as if he contemplated murder for the last half hour."
The widow blushed.
"Perhaps," she said with a one-cornered smile, "he is envying you——"