ABSTRACT
We must preface what we have to say upon Mr. Wilkie Collins’s new novel by a statement which to some of our readers may possibly serve instead of any further criticism. We will confess to having taken the book, so to speak, at one draught. In spite of certain prejudices produced by causes to which we may presently refer, we found it too amusing to be laid down unfinished. And we may therefore say explicitly what we have illustrated by example, that Man and Wife is an exceedingly entertaining book, and that admirers of Mr. Wilkie Collins will probably admit it to be amongst his best performances.
