"I think he is greatly improved," she argued.
"Nonsense!" I returned, "a man never improves. Once a villain,
always a villain."
"Oh, hush!" she pleaded, "you mustn't call him that."
"Why not?" I answered. "I have heard you call him a villain
yourself."
"It was wrong of me," she said, flushing. "I'm afraid he was not
the only one to be blamed; we were both foolish in those days, but I
think we have both learned a lesson."
I remained silent, waiting for the necessary explanation.
"You had better come and see him for yourself," she added, with a
little laugh; "to tell the truth, I am the woman who has married
him. Tuesday is my day, Number 2, K---- Mansions," and she ran off,
leaving me staring after her.
I believe an enterprising clergyman who would set up a little church
in the Strand, just outside the Law Courts, might do quite a trade,
re-marrying couples who had just been divorced. A friend of mine, a
respondent, told me he had never loved his wife more than on two
occasions--the first when she refused him, the second when she came
into the witness-box to give evidence against him.
"You are curious creatures, you men," remarked a lady once to
another man in my presence.
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