“There—I knew it!” observed Jennie.
“I didn’t say anything but ‘Oh.’ What made him get divorced?”
“You don’t know him,” said Jennie, “and so you can’t judge of the circumstances.”
“But you might try me,” I pleaded. “Has he been divorced a long time?”
“About a month,” owned my old, fastidious chum, turning into another woman before my very eyes. She never was pretty, but a certain noble pride had given her a carriage I enthusiastically admired. Now she sat before me a dupe of her own absurd fancies, half defiant and half apologetic. The woman who had taught me that only most serious incompatibility should separate a married pair was going to wed a man who had been divorced one month!
“His wife was never a fit companion for him.”
“Oh, no,” I said.
“An ignorant, miserable creature, who entrapped him when he was a boy and has kept him down in the world ever since.”
“It’s always the wife’s fault,” I said.
“People were continually asking him how he came to marry such a woman.”