"Did you and this girl quarrel before you separated?"
"No. We sort of drifted apart. I took it for granted that the thing was over and done with. And when I saw Molly . . ."
Hamilton Beamish laid a hand upon his arm. "George," he said, "I want you to give me your full attention: for we have arrived now at the very core of the matter. Were there any letters?"
"Dozens. And of course she has kept them. She used to sleep with them under her pillow."
"Bad!" said Hamilton Beamish, shaking his head. "Very bad!"
"And I remember her saying once that she believed in breach of promise suits."
Hamilton Beamish frowned. He seemed to be deploring the get-rich-quick spirit of the modern girl, who is not content to sit down and wait for her alimony.
(from The Small Bachelor, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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