"Not more than eighteen, I should think. But she wore a wedding ring; I saw it distinctly."
"Yes, mum; I saw her drive past, so bold and staring. They say she's an actress, mum."
"How awful! I suppose she's his wife."
"Well, mum, us all hopes she is."
"The wretched young man! How can he be so wicked!"
"Is anybody wicked?" asked Miss Yard vacantly.
"Never mind, Sophy. It's nobody you care about. Has she been told? You know who I mean."
"Oh no, mum. We wouldn't like to say anything much to her. But of course she mustn't go out with him any more."
"Of course not," said George vigorously.
"I suppose I must break it to her," said Mrs. Drake. "And he sings in the choir too—miserable wretch!"