Mrs. Staleyborn's first husband was a dreamy Fellow of a Learned

University.

Her second husband had begun life at the bottom of the ladder as a

three-card trickster, and by strict attention to business and the

exercise of his natural genius, had attained to the proprietorship of a

bucket-shop.

When Mrs. Staleyborn was Miss Clara Smith, she had been housekeeper to

Professor Whitland, a biologist who discovered her indispensability,

and was only vaguely aware of the social gulf which yawned between the

youngest son of the late Lord Bortledyne and the only daughter of

Albert Edward Smith, mechanic. To the Professor she was Miss H.

Sapiens--an agreeable, featherless plantigrade biped of the genus

Homo. She was also thoroughly domesticated and cooked like an angel,

a nice woman who apparently never knew that her husband had a Christian

name, for she called him "Mr. Whitland" to the day of his death.

The strain and embarrassment of the new relationship with her master

were intensified by the arrival of a daughter, and doubled when that

daughter came to a knowledgeable age. Marguerite Whitland had the

inherent culture of her father and the grace and delicate beauty which

had ever distinguished the women of the house of Bortledyne.

When the Professor died, Mrs. Whitland mourned him in all sincerity.

She was also relieved. One-half of the burden which lay upon her had

been lifted; the second half was wrestling with the binomial theorem at

Cheltenham College.

She had been a widow twelve months when she met Mr. Cresta Morris, and,

if the truth be told, Mr. Cresta Morris more fulfilled her conception

as to what a gentleman should look like than had the Professor. Mr.

Cresta Morris wore white collars and beautiful ties, had a large gold

watch-chain over what the French call poetically a gilet de fantasie,

but which he, in his own homely fashion, described as a "fancy weskit."

He smoked large cigars, was bluff and hearty, spoke to the widow--he

was staying at Harrogate at the time in a hydropathic establishment--in

a language which she could understand. Dimly she began to realize that

the Professor had hardly spoken to her at all.

Mr. Cresta Morris was one of those individuals who employed a

vocabulary of a thousand words, with all of which Mrs. Whitland was

well acquainted; he was also a man of means and possessions, he

explained to her. She, giving confidence for confidence, told of the

house at Cambridge, the furniture, the library, the annuity of three

hundred pounds, earmarked for his daughter's education, but mistakenly

left to his wife for that purpose, also the four thousand three hundred

pounds invested in War Stock, which was wholly her own.

Mr. Cresta Morris became more agreeable than ever. In three months

they were married, in six months the old house at Cambridge had been

disposed of, the library dispersed, as much of the furniture as Mr.

Morris regarded as old-fashioned sold, and the relict of Professor

Whitland was installed in a house in Brockley.




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