"A letter."
"Thoughts clogged?"
"It is a difficult letter to write."
"Then there can't be any gossip in it."
"I never concern myself with gossip, Franklyn. I wish I could make you
understand that."
"I wish you could, too." He laid his paper down. "Well, I'm off to the
club, unless you are particularly in need of me."
"You are always going to the club."
"Or coming back."
"Some husbands--"
"Yes, I know. But the men I play poker with are too much interested in
the draw to talk about other men's wives."
"It's the talk of the town the way you men play cards."
"Better the purse than the reputation."
"I haven't any doubt that you are doing your best to deplete both,"
coldly.
Then she sighed profoundly. This man was a great disappointment to
her. He did not understand her at all. The truth was, if she but knew
it, he understood her only too well. She had married the handsomest
man in town because all the other belles had been after him; he had
married money, after a fashion. Such mistakes are frequent rather than
singular these days. The two had nothing in common.
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