REVOLT is, as it always has; been, within easy reach of the great; but a Rector's wife should attend upon her lord. The Hon. Mrs. Germain watched her James's eyebrow, waiting for the lift. It came, and her cry broke from her. "James, James, this cannot be, possible!" She saw her fair realm in earthquake and eclipse.
The Rector, no less disturbed, could not for the life of him avoid his humour. "Alas, my dear" -- one eyebrow made a hoop in his forehead -- "all things are possible to amorous man."
"Amorous!" she whistled the word. "John -- and that minx! You use horrible words."
"Hardly so, my dear. Not horrible in a man's regard for his wife. The state is sanctioned."
She was beyond his quibbles. "What are we to do? Heavens and earth, what can we do?"
He eyed his brother's letter ruefully. "Upon my word," he said, "this is a facer. I could have believed anything of any man sooner than this of him. Old John! Exactly double her age -- and she a quiet little mouse of a girl out of a cottage. Woodbine