I Forbid the Banns! — page 168: what you’re looking at

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158 ‘7 FORBID THE BANNS!” he had made an admirable co-respondent. His wife remained on the stage, and danced in a costume the tend- ency of which was certainly not to conceal her charms, and her manager, as he counted his profits, declared that, as an auxiliary to the dramatic appreciation of the public of Great Britain, the divorce court had its place among the institu- tions of the country. Another peer of the realm, whose father had been Lord High Chancellor—his enemies said he had been the best keeper of the queen’s conscience ever known for the simple reason that he had none of his own to look after—was a noticeable object as he shook hands with the duchess. ‘“Altissima Peto’’ was the motto of his family, which he adapted to his daily life by wearing the highest collars in London. Another gentleman who spoke to her grace was the son of an Irish judge. His grandfather had, however, been a respectable man. Bertha looked around at the most resplendent of the visitors. : ‘‘I knew that we were coming to an exhibition of paint- ings,’’ she whispered, ‘‘but I——’’ ‘Celebrities among women are appalling,’’ said Julian. “‘It is the women whose husbands are celebrated that are nice,”’ He pointed out to her some of the fresh, graceful girls who are to be seen at every function in England, and she looked with admiration upon them and their toilets. The crowds were very animated. Now and again, too, when they had a moment to spare, they looked at the pictures and yawned. They seemed to think that the place would have been very nice if it were not for the pictures. It did not take Julian Charlton long to perceive that Bertha was attracting a large amount of attention. He bi Gomichooks sco