"The first time I met the Disagreeable Woman," said my neighbor, who was a commercial traveler, "was on my return from a business trip. Looking about the table to see what changes had occurred in the family, I saw sitting opposite to me a woman of somewhat unusual appearance, whose caustic speech made her feared by the rest of the boarders. This was three months since."
"What is her name?" I asked.
"Upon my word," he answered reflectively, "I am so accustomed to hear her spoken of as the Disagreeable Woman that I hardly remember. Let me see—yes, it is Blagden."
"And the first name?"
"Jane."
"Is it Miss or Mrs. Blagden?"
"I don't know."
"She has been here three months and you do not know," I said, in surprise.
"Precisely."