Mr. and Mrs. Craggs came arm in arm, but Mrs. Snitchey came alone.
'Why, what's become of HIM?' inquired the Doctor.
The feather of a Bird of Paradise in Mrs. Snitchey's turban,
trembled as if the Bird of Paradise were alive again, when she said
that doubtless Mr. Craggs knew. SHE was never told.
'That nasty office,' said Mrs. Craggs.
'I wish it was burnt down,' said Mrs. Snitchey.
'He's - he's - there's a little matter of business that keeps my
partner rather late,' said Mr. Craggs, looking uneasily about him.
'Oh-h! Business. Don't tell me!' said Mrs. Snitchey.
'WE know what business means,' said Mrs. Craggs.
But their not knowing what it meant, was perhaps the reason why
Mrs. Snitchey's Bird of Paradise feather quivered so portentously,
and why all the pendant bits on Mrs. Craggs's ear-rings shook like
little bells.
'I wonder YOU could come away, Mr. Craggs,' said his wife.
'Mr. Craggs is fortunate, I'm sure!' said Mrs. Snitchey.
'That office so engrosses 'em,' said Mrs. Craggs.
'A person with an office has no business to be married at all,'
said Mrs. Snitchey.
Then, Mrs. Snitchey said, within herself, that that look of hers
had pierced to Craggs's soul, and he knew it; and Mrs. Craggs
observed to Craggs, that 'his Snitcheys' were deceiving him behind
his back, and he would find it out when it was too late.
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