There were tears in the eyes of Mrs. Mullet when I folded the letter and looked into her face.
“What do you think of it?” she asked.
“Sounds as if he meant it, but he's an able sounder,” I answered.
“He had a good case and has given up all claim upon her,” said Betsey, in the tone of gentle protest.
“Oh, well! he wouldn't dare to bring a suit here or in America,” I objected. “She might get the hatchet, but he would get the ax.”
“How would you explain his payments on the bust and the portrait?” Betsey asked.
Sure enough, why was he buying the bust and the painting, and how had he got the money to do it?
“It looks as if he had gone out of his mind,” said Betsey.
“Nobody could blame him for going out of his mind,” was my answer. “If I had his mind I'd go out of it.”
“Perhaps she has driven him into a new and a better mind,” said Betsey.