A little anecdote to finish with:
A young American lady had married a man well known as a young political orator of great promise.
The day after the wedding, her husband having gone out, she heard some little struggling outside her drawing-room door; and suddenly there entered a very well-dressed man, who made her a most polite bow.
She gazed at him, quite bewildered.
"Excuse me, madam; but you married Mr. John D. yesterday, I believe?"
"I did, sir; but ..."
"I am the Interviewer!"
Tableau!