Sanderson was on a visit to Simpkins, and in due course, naturally, he was shown the family album.
Yes, said Simpkins, as he turned the leaves, "that's my wife's second cousin's aunt Susan. And that's Cousin James, and that's a friend of ours, and that�oh, now, who do you think that is?"
Don't know, said Sanderson.
Well, that's my wife's first husband, my boy.
Great Scot! What a perfect brainless-looking idiot. But excuse me, old fellow, I didn't know your wife was a widow when you married her.
She wasn't, said Simpkins stiffly. "That, sir, is a portrait of myself at the age of twenty."