He looked at her and laughed.
"Sarah's coming in this evening," said she. "I hope you won't mind."
"Why should I?"
"Why, indeed? Nobody need mind poor Sarah now. I don't know what's happened. She went abroad last year, and came back quite chastened. I suppose you know it's all come to nothing?"
"What has?"
"Her marriage."
"Oh, her marriage. She has told you about it?"
"My dear, she's told everybody about it. He was an angel; and he's been going to marry her for the last four years. I say, Wallie, do you think he really was?"
"Do I think he really was an angel? Or do I think he really was going to marry her?"
"If he was, you know, perhaps he wouldn't."