LADY MARABOUT'S TROUBLES;
OR,
THE WORRIES OF A CHAPERONE.
IN THREE SEASONS.
SEASON THE THIRD.—THE CLIMAX.
"My dear Philip, the most unfortunate thing has happened," said Lady Marabout, one morning; "really the greatest contretemps that could have occurred. I suppose I never am to be quiet!"
"What's the row now, madre carissima?" asked her son.
"It is no row, but it is an annoyance. You have heard me speak of my poor dear friend Mrs. Montolieu; you know she married unhappily, poor thing, to a dreadful creature, something in a West India regiment—nobody at all. It is very odd, and it is very wrong, and there must be a great mistake somewhere, but certainly most marriages are unhappy."