"Ah, what indeed, dear? That is the point. He goes to see her continually, and stops for hours at a time, and while he is there she is not at home to any one. Not that many ladies call on her, dear, but she has a great many disreputable men friends—my own brother particularly, as I told you—and that is what makes it so dreadful about Windermere. We looked upon him as being such a model husband, but I am afraid there is no doubt about it.

My dear nieces—you know the Saville girls, don`t you?—such nice domestic creatures— plain, dreadfully plain, but so good—well, they`re always at the window doing fancy work, and making ugly things for the poor, which I think so useful of them in these dreadful socialistic days, and this terrible woman has taken a house in Curzon Street, right opposite them—such a respectable street, too! I don`t know what were coming to! And they tell me that Windermere goes there four and five times a week—they see him. They can`t help it—and although they never talk scandal, they—well, of course—they remark on it to every one."