"LIKES somebody else!" Briggs gasped. "O my dear friend, she is married already."
"Married already," Mrs. Bute chimed in; and both sate with clasped hands looking from each other at their victim.
"Send her to me, the instant she comes in. The little sly wretch: how dared she not tell me?" cried out Miss Crawley.
"She won't come in soon. Prepare yourself, dear friend--she's gone out for a long time--she's--she's gone altogether."

"O my dear friend," Briggs gasped, "she is married already!"
"Married already," Mrs. Bute chimed in.
"Send her to me! The little sly wretch: how dared she not tell me?" cried Miss Crawley.
"She won't come. Prepare yourself, dear friend - she's gone."
