“What’s that got to do with it?” inquired the monster, calmly.
Mrs. Boxer, pale as ashes, rose from her seat and stood gazing at him with horror-struck eyes, trying in vain to speak.
“You villain!” cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently. “I always distrusted you.”
“I know you did,” said Mr. Boxer, calmly. “You’ve been committing bigamy,” cried Mrs. Gimpson.
“Over and over agin,” assented Mr. Boxer, cheerfully. “It’s got to be a ’obby with me.”
“Was the first wife alive when you married my daughter?” demanded Mrs. Gimpson.
“Alive?” said Mr. Boxer. “O’ course she was. She’s alive now—bless her.”
He leaned back in his chair and regarded with intense satisfaction the horrified faces of the group in front.