"Farce!" said he, standing with his hand on his heart, and his legs and knickerbockers well displayed.
"It is certainly either a farce or a mistake. If the latter,--and I have been at all to blame,--I ask your pardon most sincerely."
"But you'll be Mrs. Cheesacre; won't you?"
"No, Mr. Cheesacre; no. One husband is enough for any woman, and mine lies buried at Birmingham."
"Oh, damn it!" said he, in utter disgust at this further reference to Mr. Greenow. The expression, at such a moment, militated against courtesy; but even Mrs. Greenow herself felt that the poor man had been subjected to provocation.

"Farce!" said he, standing with his hand on his heart.
"It is certainly either a farce or a mistake. If I have been at all to blame, I ask your pardon most sincerely."
"But you'll be Mrs. Cheesacre; won't you?"
"No, Mr. Cheesacre; no. One husband is enough for any woman, and mine lies buried at Birmingham."
"Oh, damn it!" said he, in utter disgust. It was not courteous; but even Mrs. Greenow herself felt that the poor man had been provoked.
