It is of no use mincing the matter; Dr John Marsh, after being regarded by his friends at home as hopelessly unimpressiblein short, an absolute woman-haterhad found his fate on a desolate isle of the Southern seas, he had fallennay, let us be justhad jumped over head and ears in love with Pauline Rigonda! Dr Marsh was no sentimental die-away noodle who, half-ashamed, half-proud of his condition, displays it to the semi-contemptuous world. No; after disbelieving for many years in the power of woman to subdue him, he suddenly and manfully gave insprang up high into the air, spiritually, and so to speak, turning a sharp somersault, went headlong down deep into the flood, without the slightest intention of ever again returning to the surface.