She is fond of married life, is the adventuress, and she goes in for
it pretty extensively. She has husbands all over the globe, most of
them in prison, but they escape and turn up in the last act and spoil
all the poor girl's plans. That is so like husbands--no
consideration, no thought for their poor wives. They are not a
prepossessing lot, either, those early husbands of hers. What she
could have seen in them to induce her to marry them is indeed a
mystery.

The adventuress dresses magnificently. Where she gets the money from
we never could understand, for she and her companions are always more
or less complaining of being "stone broke." Dressmakers must be a
trusting people where she comes from.

The adventuress is like the proverbial cat as regards the number of
lives she is possessed of. You never know when she is really dead.
Most people like to die once and have done with it, but the
adventuress, after once or twice trying it, seems to get quite to like
it, and goes on giving way to it, and then it grows upon her until she
can't help herself, and it becomes a sort of craving with her.

This habit of hers is, however, a very trying one for her friends and
husbands--it makes things so uncertain. Something ought to be done to
break her of it. Her husbands, on hearing that she is dead, go into
raptures and rush off and marry other people, and then just as they
are starting off on their new honeymoon up she crops again, as fresh
as paint. It is really most annoying.

For ourselves, were we the husband of a stage adventuress we should