Dreamily, Mrs. Festival regarded the ceiling.
“I frequently wonder,” she said, “what possessed me to marry you.”
“My beauty of soul,” said her husband pleasantly. “You were all
dazzled.”
“I think,” continued his wife, “it was out of pity. You know. When you
see people laughing at someone, and the someone joins in, never dreaming
that they’re the object of the mirth, one feels sorry for them.”
Captain Giles Festival swallowed before replying.