A name for suffering

          "The last I heard about you was an announcement in the Morning Post that you were engaged to - I've forgotten the name, but I'm certain it wasn't Jackson."
          "Rollo Mountford."
          "Was it? Well, what has become of Rollo? You seem to have mislaid him. Did you break off the engagement?"
          "Well, it - sort of broke itself off. I mean, you see, I went and married Mike."
          "Eloped with him, do you mean?"
          "Yes."
          "Good heavens!"
          "I'm awfully ashamed about that, Eve. I supposed I treated Rollo awfully badly."
          "Never mind. A man with a name like that was made for suffering."

(from Leave It To Psmith, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)