"I've been to seek a wife--"
and broke off in a groan.
"Good Lord!" said Mr. Woods.
It was a ludicrous business, if you will. Indeed, it was vastly
humorous--was it not?--this woman's thinking a man's love might by any
chance endure through six whole years. But their love endures, you
see; and the silly creatures have a superstition among them that love
is a sacred thing, stronger than time, victorious over death itself.
Let us laugh, then, at Kathleen Saumarez--those of us who have learned
that love is only a tinkling cymbal and faith a sounding brass and