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                                  “Let’s hope for the best,” I smiled.
                                  “Don’t be so absurd. There can be no “best”. You don’t think
                            he’s marrying her for anything but her money, do you? Of course it
                            can’t last. My only hope is that she won’t have to go through as much
                            suffering as she deserves.”
                                  I laughed. The charitable words were spoken in such a tone as
                            to leave me in small doubt of Mrs. Tower’s meaning.
                                  “Well, if it doesn’t last you’ll have the consolation of saying: “I
                            told you so”, I said.
                                  “I promise you I’ll never do that.”
                                  “Then you’ll have the satisfaction of congratulating yourself on
                            your self-control in not saying: “I told you so”.
                                  “She’s old and dowdy and dull.”
                                  “Are you sure she’s dull?” I said. “It’s true she doesn’t say very
                            much, but when she says anything it's very much to the point.”
                                  “I’ve never heard her make a joke in my life.”
                                  I was once more in the Far East when Gilbert and Jane returned
                            from their honeymoon, and this time I remained away for nearly two
                            years. Mrs. Tower was a bad correspondent and though I sent her an
                            occasional picture-postcard I received no news from her. But I met
                            her within a week of my return to London; I was dining out and found
                            that I was seated next to her. It was an immense party — I think we
                            were four-and-twenty like the blackbirds in the pie — and, arriving
                            somewhat  late,  I  was  too  confused  by  the  crowd  in  which  I  found
                            myself  to  notice  who  was  there.  But  when  we  sat  down,  looking
                            round the long table I saw that a good many of my fellow-guests were
                            well  known  to  the  public  from  their  photographs  in  the  illustrated
                            papers.  Our  hostess  had  a  weakness  for  the  persons  technically
                            known  as  celebrities,  and  this  was  an  unusually  brilliant  gathering.
                            When Mrs. Tower and I had exchanged the conventional remarks that
                            two people make when they have not seen one another for a couple of
                            years I asked about Jane.
                                  “She’s very well,” said Mrs. Tower with a certain dryness.
                                  “How has the marriage turned out?”
                                  Mrs. Tower paused a little and took a salted almond from the
                            dish in front of her.
                                  “It appears to be quite a success.”
                                  “You were wrong, then?”
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