"What a lovely bracelet, Bertie!"
He looked up, colouring and confused, and drew the blotting-paper across his letter.
"And you are writing! To whom, pray? Sending valuable presents to ladies, and not a word to your wife. There was a time--when,--but never mind. Who is it you are writing to?"
"It is--but you never heard the name--Mrs Langenwoert."
"No. Where did you know her?"
"Do you remember the little schoolma'am at Clam Beach?--the last lady you did me the honour to be jealous of? She is to be married to-morrow."