"Yes. Well, now he feels under an awful obligation to her, and all that sort of thing, you know."
"And she drives it home, I bet. She looks a nipper."
"Is always throwing it in his face."
"What a ghoul!"
"He'd do just ANYTHING to get rid of her, but—Girls, it's a dead secret; you must swear you won't tell."
Gestures of assurance were showered on her.
"Well, he's to be a Bishop some day. It's promised him."
"Holy Moses!"
"And I suppose he can't divorce her, because of that?"
"No, of course not. He'll have to drag her with him like millstone round his neck."