Ulysses
and file from the housetops, the fact, namely, that he had
shared her bedroom which came out in the witnessbox on
oath when a thrill went through the packed court literally
electrifying everybody in the shape of witnesses swearing
to having witnessed him on such and such a particular date
in the act of scrambling out of an upstairs apartment with
the assistance of a ladder in night apparel, having gained
admittance in the same fashion, a fact the weeklies, ad-
dicted to the lubric a little, simply coined shoals of money
out of. Whereas the simple fact of the case was it was sim-
ply a case of the husband not being up to the scratch, with
nothing in common between them beyond the name, and
then a real man arriving on the scene, strong to the verge of
weakness, falling a victim to her siren charms and forget-
ting home ties, the usual sequel, to bask in the loved one’s
smiles. The eternal question of the life connubial, needless
to say, cropped up. Can real love, supposing there hap-
pens to be another chap in the case, exist between married
folk? Poser. Though it was no concern of theirs absolutely
if he regarded her with affection, carried away by a wave
of folly. A magnificent specimen of manhood he was truly
augmented obviously by gifts of a high order, as compared
with the other military supernumerary that is (who was just
the usual everyday farewell, my gallant captain kind of an
individual in the light dragoons, the l8th hussars to be ac-
curate) and inflammable doubtless (the fallen leader, that is,
not the other) in his own peculiar way which she of course,
woman, quickly perceived as highly likely to carve his way
to fame which he almost bid fair to do till the priests and