"Isn't she good? And so pretty, too! Whoever would have thought it? But there always was something about her. She's my sister, you know." "Indeed? Then I am pleased to meet you. She is my wife." "Well, I never! . . ." Mrs. Boothroyd seized Old Mole by the hand and shook it warmly, while she giggled with excitement. She bore a faint resemblance to Matilda, but looked worn, had that pathetic, punctured appearance which comes from overmuch child-bearing. Throughout the rest of the performance she only glanced occasionally at the stage and devoted her attention to scanning her brother-in-law's appearance. At the close of the second piece she said: "I _am_ glad. It would never ha' done for her to 'ave a young 'usband. She was always the flighty one." This sounded ominously to Old Mole, who for more than a year now had been young with Matilda's youth, and so comfortably accustomed to it that he never dared in thought dissever himself from her. He rejoined that his sister-in-law would be glad to know that Matilda was settled down. They went behind and found her hot and flustered, painted, and half out of the gipsy dress in which she had made her last appearance. When she saw Mrs. Boothroyd she gave a cry of delight, rushed to her and flung her arms round her neck and kissed her. "Didn't Jimmy come, too?" "No; Jimmy was at the works, and couldn't come." Matilda asked after all the Boothroyd children and her own brothers and sisters, and all their illnesses and minor disasters were retailed. Mr. and Mrs. Copas came in and embraced Bertha Boothroyd, whom they had not seen since she was a little girl, and when she said how proud she was of Matilda they replied that she had every reason to be. John Lomas appeared with stout and biscuits, and the occasion was celebrated. Warmed by this conviviality, Mrs. Boothroyd invited them all to tea with her on the next day but one, then, alarmed at the thought of what she had done, gave a little frightened gasp, was pale and silent for a few moments, and at last said she must be home to give Jim his supper when he came back. She kissed and was kissed. Her disquietude had blown the high spirits of the party. When she had gone Matilda said: "Jim's a devil. Bertha's had a baby every year since she was married, and he thinks of nothing but saving his own soul." Next day came a note from Bertha saying she was afraid her little house would not accommodate the whole party, but would Matilda bring her husband. "Is Mr. Mole an actor?" she asked. "I told Jim he wasn't."