“It’s really dreadfully sad about Florrie,” wrote Mrs. Carr.  “I am so sorry for poor Bessie, who must feel it more than she lets any one see.  While Algernon was alive we always hoped he would keep Florrie straight (you remember how everybody used to talk about her when she was a girl), but now he has been, dead only a year and a half, and she has already married again and gotten a divorce from her second husband.  You know she ran away with a man named Tom Westcott—­nobody ever heard of him, but she met him at the White Sulphur Springs, where he had something to do with the horses, I believe—­and the marriage turned out very badly, though for my part I don’t believe he was the least bit to blame.  Florrie is so reckless that she would make any man unhappy, and two weeks after the wedding she was separated from him and was back here with Bessie, looking as well and pretty as I ever saw her.  You know black was so becoming to her that she didn’t take it off even when she eloped, and now after her divorce she always wears it, just as if she were still in mourning for poor Algernon.  Nobody would believe, unless they had seen her in it, how very loud black can be.  I used to think widows ought to wear it because it kept them from being noticed, but on Florrie it is the most conspicuous thing you ever imagined—­as Cousin Jimmy says it simply makes her blaze, and you know how striking she always was anyway.  I am sure I should think it would be embarrassing for her to go in the street in New York where nobody knows that she is really a lady—­or at least that she was born a lady on her father’s side—­and this reminds me—­(I declare I ramble on so I can never remember what I started to say)—­but this reminds me that she has just been in to tell Jane that she is going to New York to take an apartment somewhere downtown; she told me the street and the number, but I have forgotten both of them.  Jane says she looks more beautiful than ever after her last tragic experience (though she doesn’t seem to think it tragic at all), but I was brought up to believe that a divorced woman, even if she is in the right, ought to live in a retired way and show that she feels her position.  Now, I saw Florrie for a minute as she was going out and she ran on like a girl of sixteen—­you would think from her talk that she is not a bit sensitive about the unfortunate situation she is in.  She had on a huge bunch of violets, and Cousin Pussy tells me another man is paying her the most devoted attention.  Please don’t mention this to a soul—­I hate so to spread gossip—­but I felt that you ought to be prepared, for Florrie will certainly come to see you, and you must be kind and polite to her, though I do not think you ought ever to be intimate again.  It is not as if she were merely unfortunate—­many divorced women are that, and we sympathize with them because they show that they realize their position—­but I cannot believe that Florrie is unfortunate if she allows another man to pay her such marked attention, and even accepts handsome presents from him.  So do be careful, my child, and if you find yourself in an embarrassing situation, consult Mrs. Fowler and be guided by her advice.”