Jack Learns of the Widow Hardesty or…
A Victorian Moment
Jack gazed around the drawing room and sighed, “perhaps I’m just not in the mood for a party.”
“So, Jack,” said Robert enthusiastically, “tell me, who would you like to meet?”
Jack cast another glance sad around the room. “Well, I suppose that woman by the window.”
“Oh, the widow Hardesty?”
“The widow Hardesty,” repeated Jack, suddenly perking up.
“Widowed twice actually,” said Jack. “Both husbands died under, well… unusual circumstances. Left her rather well off. But tragic, all the same.”
“Well,” said Jack, who thought widows were rather a speciality of his, “perhaps I can be of some comfort to this twice bereaved young woman.”
—Gaippe
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