“Ah, just so. But my dear Pris--Mrs. Wingfield, can you ever forgive my want of care in this matter? Oh, it will be a warning to me in future--culpable want of care--can you ever forgive me?” “Well, yes, I think I can,” said Priscilla. And there is every reason to believe that she did--freely. “My dear Priscilla, after all you were the most unmarried woman of all the world when you came to me,” said Jack. “And now I believe that I am the most married,” said she. And all Framsby left cards the next day. THE END. End of Project Gutenberg’s Priscilla and Charybdis, by Frank Frankfort Moore