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[PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ABBASGBMSST.] THE GIRLS OF THE HOUSE, By F. FRANKFORT MOORE. Author of "A Whirlwind Harvest," "I Forbid the Banna," &C., &e. [COPYRIGHT.] CHAPTER XXIV. "I am afraid that-that-my sister but' we were made to believe that the house was unin- habited just now, and these rooms being empty we thought that-that-perhaps I am suro that we should apologise for opening the piano." I Muriel was arranging her brashes while she was speaking. She felt exactly as she had done a good many years before when a faithful governess ) had discovered her in the still room at Selwood sampling the pots of new-made jam, and with her pmafore coloured like the palette she now held in her hand, only in less subdued tones. "Why should you apologise?" said Mr. Meadows. "You were only the audience, and so was I. If anyone should apologise for being an auditor I should do so, the fact being that I was unauthor- ised. But I don't feel called on to make an apology, only to—thank the singer." He went towards Joan, saying, "I hope that you will allow me to compliment you on your idea of 'Casta Diva,' Miss—Miss I'm afraid that I was idiotic enough to neglect asking Foxoroft what your name is, Miss—Miss—" Here he looked towards Muriel. After all she was the one with whom he was doing business: he had not entered into a contract with the other one to sing; he rather wished that he had. "Selwood-our name is Selwood," said the busi- ness one swiftly. "I have got one panel done; I am working at the second. That is the finished one. I hope you don't think the sky between the clouds too blue." She clearly meant to talk business. She pointed to the finished panel and stood before it. She feared as she looked at the blue spaces between the lace-work of the filmy clouds that he would jsay the word which sprang to her lips—the word '"Reckitt's. "It will not be so blue in another month," said he. "And in any case it is as well that we who live in London should, be reminded that the sky is blue somewhere. The rest of the colourin. charming—quite charming—full of tenderness and delicacy; and the design-why, 'it is quite ex- quisite, Miss Selwood. When Foxcroft shewed me the canvas which you submitted to me I told him that he should have raved to me about you. He was wise enough to refrain from raving." "I am so glad that you are satisfied—sir," said the artist. It only occurred to her at the last moment to say that "air," and she said it just a little too late, so that any one would have known that she had never before in her life addressed a man as "sir." The man who occupied this unique position laughed, and so did Joan-she was pulling on her gloves and buttening them carefully, giving a glance now and again to the door of the room behind her. She had a vague idea that if the em- ployer were to become greatly interested in his criticism of the work of the employed, she might be able to escape behind him with masterly unos- tentatiousnees. She had inherited an appreciation of the strategical possibilities of a situation. .But he did not seem ready to give her such a chance. He had turned to look at her even before Muriel had said "sir." "Foxcroft did not say a word about singing," remarked Mr. Meadows. "Oh:" said the singer. "Why should he say anything about singing? If you had asked him to recommend you to a singer he would probably have mentioned—someone else—may be Melba." "Yes; most likely Melba," said he. "You do not sing under your own name, Miss Selwood. I would have been certain to remember it." "I am not a professional singer," said she, "though I was one for a fortnight," she added. "I was a failure." "Oh, you were a failure?" said he. "Did you ever sing 'Casta Diva' in public?" "No; when I sang for money I was bound down body and soul to something they called a 'coon son; said she. "And you failed over the 'coon song'? I con- gratulate you," said he. "I can't really say that I failed so far as the actual singing was concerned," said she, with some. conscientiousness. "No, I only failed to get the money without writing humiliating letters. That is why I ceased to sing professionally." "And it appears to me to be quite a sufficient reason: you know more about musical than mer- cantile art," said he. "And may I ask if you have taken up any other form of art as a profession?" "Oh, I am a cook, now," she replied. "I get paid regularly and without humiliation as a cook." "That is satisfactory," said he, without emotion. She thought that his voice would change colour when he heard that he was chatting to a menial; but it did not do so. "Yes," he continued thought- fully, "I have heard that people who would be indignant at the imputation of neglecting to pay their cooks would be equally indignant were a pro- fessional singer or a professional painter or a pro- fessional pianist to ask them for the money they owe them. And that is why you became a cook? Miss Selwood?" "Yes; you see there are plenty of singers, but too few cooks," said she. "That is true enough, indeed," he assented. "And then-then" —he appeared to be thinking what he could say to her still further to emphasise his view of the profession of cookery- "then, it must not be forgotten that the cook'a is the most spiritual of all the arts." "Oh, I am afraid it is sometimes forgotten," said she. "As a matter of fact I don't think that I ever remembered it-I really never heard that before." "But it is true," said he. "We owe all our ideas of the spirit world to cooks. Do you fancy that anyone ever saw a ghost-and dozens of people have seen dozens of ghosts—except through the agency of his cook? The idea cannot be main- tained for a moment. The seeing of a spirit is altogether dependent upon the condition of one's eyesight; and the condition of one's eyesight is altogether dependent upon one's diet. It was the unscientific cookery of the middle ages that orig- inated the idea of unhappy spirits and their place of abode. Personally, I have known of a house be- ing haunted by ghosts for years until one strong- minded clergyman who was consulted on the ques- tion of exorcising them began his operations by exorcising the cook. She cleared out and took the ghosts with her 'batterie de cuisine.' "Cooks and spooks—I had no idea that there was so close a connection between the two," cried Joan. "r feel greatly comforted to know that I forsook the materialism of vocalism for the spirit- ism of cooking." "It must be your aim to make men less vision- ary," said he. "But in that case you must be careful that no one overhears your singing. There is i a good deal to be said in favour of music as a spiritual influence." sp "Would you place it next to cookery," Mr. Meadows?" she asked with great seriousness. "If, for instance, you heard awful shrieks sounding through the empty rooms of your house, would you give your cook a month's notice, or would you turn out the vocalist whom you found lurking about the passages?" She was actually talking to him now as if he were an ordinary acquaintance whom she had met at dinner, and not the employer, whom her sister had very properly addressed as "sir;" and so in- terested had she become that she did not notice the expression on the face of her sister at the ehange in her attitude in regard to Mr. Meadows. "I think," said Mr. Meadows, "that, in respect of your problem, if I found that the cook and the vocalist were combined in the same individual, I should ask her-what she thought of the piano. I wonder, by the way, what you think of the piano, Miss Selwood?" Joan laughed, and her laugh rang like a song through the empty rooms. "I think that it is my time for leaving off work," said Muriel. "I h.pe that I did not take a liberty in asking my sister to come with me here while I am doing my painting, Mr. Meadows," she added, adopting more severely than before the somewhat constrained attitude of the employe in addressing the employer. She felt that it was necessary for her to become more strenuously for- mal in order to counteract the undue familiaTitv of Joan. Joan was treating him as an equal, whereas he was Mr. Meadows and they were but- "I hope that you will bring your sister every day- hat is, as often as she is good enough to come, said he. "And I hope that she will not neglect her vocalism for the sake of her cooking. I consider that my having the piano here was verv fortunate. I daresay, if you are kind enough to pay thf house another visit I shall manage to find a more suitable piano stool than the one you were forced tn use. By the way, you have not yet told me whit you thought of the piano, Miss Selwood." He had turned once more to Joan. Joan had 'been conscious of the rebuke administered to her volubility by the changed tone of Muriel's voice, so she now said quite formally and without enthusi- asm enthusiasm is quite out of place between employer and employe: "I am sure that it could not be surpassed. I think it was the brilliancy of the tone of the piano that lured me on to sing. Of course I felt sure that the house was auite empty. These rooms were at any rate. There are some people who cannot be trusted alone in an empty room. No matter how poor one's voice may be it sounds quite operatic if the room is only big enough and empty enouprh." "Operatic?" said he. "You are not going far. I have hear d singers in opera, and if you were to I place them in any room of people and they were to sing, the room would soon become empty enough. I hope you will come back-as often as you plase: and sing as often aa—M I Qtease You m t find your work lonely, MiM see —h e had ud I to Muriel, who was folding up her paintin* blouse I "Of course I like having my sister with me," said she. "Of cotirse-only-Well, you are a cook,"—He v u are a coo l E, 6 e had gone back to Joan. "Are you out of a place I just n° She caught up the thread of his smile where he dropped it. but he held on to the other end; it was a silken bond between them. sa d s h t-. "I am in just too good a place now/ said she. "I am an assistant to a lady who goes out to cook dinners that are meant to be very recherche. "I fancv I have heard of that lady-her name is Mrs. Romer," said he. "Is not that her name? "Yes. Of course, I am not near!y so good as she is; every 'plat-' that she has is absolutely unique. You will never gPP it on any carte except such as. she prepares. I have only six altogether; but these are also unattainable without me. I have one salad ef my own," she added in a. spirit of vain glory. "I hope you may be able to retain the copy- right," said he. "A salad is the sonnet of the cuisine. It must be exquisite—short—complete in itself down to the faintest flavour. -It should have the flavour of a sonnet, and convey the same idea that a sonnet conveys to the appreciative. And it should be equally beautiful to the eye as to the ear." ear. i "Oh," she sighed, "all that I can dai, m for may salad is that it is the 'violin obligato' to a song by Gounod." He laughed, and Muriel gave another glance at Joan-a glancethat defined the relative positions of the employer and the employe—it was meant even to include the position of the employe s sister. She said: "Now I am ready. Joan." He opened the door of the room for them, but refrained from shaking hands with either of them. He felt, and so did they, that there would be a suggestion of patronage in its worst sense in the act. "1 cannot speak too highly of your work, Miss Selwood," he said to Muriel when they were all at the head of the staircase together. "The colour- ing, the design, the drawing of the figures-it would be impossible to say too much about all that you have done." "I was only afraid of that bit of blue sky," said Muriel. "You need not be afraid of bringing a bit of blue sky into my house, Miss Selwood," said he; and now he was not smiling, but was quite serious. He saw them downstairs, and a footman opened the glass door of the porch. And this was the incident of the day which Joan had described with such vivid incoherence to Chris, when she and her sister had eaten their lunch. And then the coming of the tea and the little hot cakes had brought Muriel back to the room, where she had only been part of the time that Joan was complaining of the silliness of the inci- dent of being caught by such a man as Mr. Meadows in the act of flooding his empty rooms with unauthorised song. "Yes, I think that on the whole he should have been bitter—epigrammatically bitter," said Joan, musingly, while Chris was explaining something to Muriel on the subject of the operations which had begun east of Bloemfontein, with a view of inter- cepting the Boers, who were shewmg a certain amount of anxiety-to trek from the Free State to the Transvaal. Somehow Joan seemed to be thinking more than was Muriel about the contre- ] temps—Muriel had alluded to it as a contretemps —o f the day; and this was not without its queer side for it did not matter anything to Joan if Mr. Meadows thought her bold and forward-she had nothing to lose whatever he might think. It was Muriel who might have forfeited her com- mission, if Mr. Meadows had chosen to think that sho had taken a liberty in introducing one of her relatives into his house without first asking his permission to do so. But Muriel had contented herself with saying a few severe things to her sister about her thoughtlessness in starting her singing, and then upon her forgetfulaess of the fact that their relations with Mr. Meadows were— well, as she had defined them in more than one glance. But Joan was not content with an expres- sion of hope that her attitude in regard to Mr. Meadows would not prejudice him against her sister, who wanted to make a good deal of money out of him, she had gone on to express her honest doubt that the sister of the employe stood on the same plane as the employe herself, and had then talked for half-an-hour to Chris about the whole matter. And now she was returning to it again. "Yes; I think it would on the whole have been pleasanter for us all if he had been sarcastic," she said. "Is he ever sarcastic with you, Chris? "Is who ever sarcastic with me?" asked Chris. "Heavens! Whom were we talking about, if not Mr. Meadows?" she oried. "But I thought we had finished talking about Mr. Meadows," said he. "Is he sarcastic with me? Of course he is not. You see he pays me a pretty large salary now and I keep him under my thumb in that way. If a man pays you a big l enough salary you can always terrorise him in that way. It is only with the men you pay two pounds a week to that you can afford to be sarcastic." "I don't quite see what a question of salary has to do with it," said Joan, after a thoughtful pause. "That is because you are an extremely ignorant young woman," said he. "I had no notion that newspaper proprietors were such young men," said she, musingly. "They are not," said he. :How old do you think Mr. Meadows is?" she inquired with extreme carelessness. "Oh, I should say about fifty-two or three, said he. 3* "Nonsense," she cried, not without a suggestion of indi t':ation. "Why, he has not got a grey hair in his .d." "Well, I admit that does look suspicious," said he. "But he cannot be more than a year or two over what I say." Joan said nothing further about Mr. Meadows that day. CHAPTER XXV. A few days later Chris got a note from Mr. Vickers marked "confidential." It embodied a request that Mr. Foxcroft would have the good- ness to make an appointment with the writer with a view to consider a rather important point in connection with the Selwood property. Mr. Vickers would be happy to place himself at the disposal of Mr. Foxcroft at any hour and place that would 18e convenient to the latter. Mr. Foxcroft begged leave to acknowledge re- ceipt of Mr. Vickers's communication and ven- tureq to suggest that Mr. Vickers's office ( ffer id a convenient place for talking over any matter of businesg, and he hoped that between the hours of three and four o'clock on the following day would suit Mr. Vickers's arrangements. During the remainder of the day and up to three o'clock on the next Chris was left to guess what was the particular point upon which Mr. Vickers wanted to consult him. His first thought was, naturally, that the solicitor was anxious to induce him to make an effort to influence the two daughters of Colonel Selwood in favour of Mr. Mellor as a tenant; and up to the moment of his setting out for Lincoln's Inn inelds he could not suggest to himself any other objeot that Mr. Vickers could possibly have for a consultation with him alone. He felt sure that Mellor was not the sort of man to abandon at the first rebuff his intention of leasing one of the finest places in England. He rather fancied that he appreciated some traits in the character of Mr. Mellor. He knew that if Mr. Mellor had made up his mind to lease Selwood he would not allow himself to be set aside on account of any prejudice that a couple of girls might have for his personality. It was not by his supersonsitiveness that Mellor had succeeded in life. If Nature had dealt more parsimoniously with the rhinocerous in regard to the thickness of its skin, that animal would have ceased long ago to occupy the commanding position it at present holds in the jungle. If the hippopotamus were affected by the sharpness of the jagged points of the aloes through which it occasionally passes, the class pachydermata would long ago have been diminished by one of its most ponderous examples. And. then, nearly all pachydermata have found it to their advantage to add still further to the thickness of their skin by rolling themselves in mud and allowing it to cake upon them. These rudimentary earthworks they find very pro- tective. That was another trait which Mr. Mellor had in common with his brother pachyderms. He had early accustomed himself to the mud bath, and everyone knows that the value of the mud bath is becoming gradually recognised in modern therpeutics. He had found out by a continuous series of experiments that, so far from suffering by any intimate contact with mud, he had actually benefited by its oaking on him; and so, as Chris Foxcroft knew, he had not considered himself to be greatly hurt when Colonel Selwood had kicked his chair from under him—Chris had been made acquainted with the exact facts of this incident-and assuredly he would feel deeply wounded by any refusal on the part of Colonel Selwood's daughters to countenance his offer to lease him the place on which he had set his mind. Chris knew that Mellor had good reason for believing in the power of money to overcome the prejudices of men and women, no matter what those prejudices were directed against. What about the Duke of Cinque Ports? Was it pos- sible that he had taken kindly to Mr. Mellor from the first? And Lord de Crecy and Poictiers —did he find himself drawn to Mr. Mellor by any common sympathies? He declined to do these distinguished members of the Peerage the in- justice of believing that they had been prejudiced otherwise than against Mellor; and yet he had by his money induced them to become his most intimate associates, and to feel proud of his patronage. These, and many other cases, had proved to Mr. Mellor-if he had ever had a doubt on the matter-that his money could accomplish every- thing that he sought to accomplish, and he had therefore made up his mind that all that the daughters of Selwood needed to break down their opposition to him as a tenant of their historic house was an increase of his original offer for the five years' lease. To live beneath the roof of a great historio house even for five years would go far to making him historical, Mr. Mellor felt. And Chris knew it. Therefore he went to keep his appointment, feeling certaip that Mr.'Vickers eould have no surprise in store for him. "I have asked you to favour me with this interview, Mr. Foxoroft," said the lawyer, bo- cause I fancy that two men of business such as we are can look at the business aspects of a matter that should be looked at from no other stand- point. very much more easily if we are alone than if the young ladies were present." "I am certain of that, Mr. Vickers," said- Chris, and he was certain of it. He thought so highly of the young ladies as to be quite positive on this point. I knew that you would agree with me," said Mr. Vickers. "The fact is that neither of the young ladies understands business as you and I understand it," Mr. xcroft." You "pay them a graceful compliment, Mr. Vickers. "Well, perhaps-but for that matter the Sel- wood family—but it is all a matter of training, I suppose: an, appreciation of business does not come all at once." I "It would be a terrible thiii- it did, Mr. Vickers." N,, I am not a believer in instantaneous conversion*. Men do not gather figs from thistles. You cannot put new witic, into old bottles-and so forth. You remember what the gardener in one of the quadrangles at Oxford "aid. when an American visitor asked him for a receipt for such a perfect lawn?-' You have nothing to do except water it day and night and keep it well rolled for three hundred years and the lawn will be all right.' Well, one oouldadapt the story to the making of a business man. "Or the making of a gentleman." Mr. Foxcroft, it is much easier to turn a busi- I ness man into a gentleman than it is to turn a gentleman into a business man." That is rather fortunate—considering that there are so many more applicants among business men who want to be made gentlemen than among gentlemen who want to be made business men." Chris was now quite positive that Mr. Vickers was anxious to influence him on the subject of some new offer from Mr. Mellor for the Selwood lease. Yes," continued Chris, wishing to make the man's work easier for him. "Yes; there is that Mr. Mellor, for instance he has had no difficulty obtaining the amplest recognition as a gentleman. I suppose the association of one's name with a peer in the flotation of a company is quite sufficient to obtain for anyone the amplest recog- nition as a gentleman. But Mr. Mellor is in the tbit of slapping peers on the back and calling them 'old chap'; so that, as some of these peers have got two or three extra titles that they have no use for, Mellor's claim is reduplicated. He does not merely get a pass degree, he takes a double first." I am glad we have got upon Mr. Mellor," said Mr. Vickers. "I was just coming to him. Mr. Foxcroft, I think it right to tell you-in con- fidence, of course-that the Selwood estate is in a very much worse condition financially than the young ladies believe it to be in-it is even worse than their father has any notion of." I feared as much, Mr. Viokers." Ah; you have not closed your eyes to the possibilities-the very grave possibilities of the situation. It is all very well to give instructions to pay that army of servants week after week- outdoor servants, indoor servants—those people with the ridiculous names—but where is the money to come from? If I continue paying the servants up to the end of the year I shall not have enough left to pay the interest on all the mortgages; and then-heaven knows what then, Mr. Foxcroft." Mr. Vickers raised his hand4 above his head. The attitude had some subtle patriarchal sug- gestion about it in Chris's eyes-was it the print of Moses in the act of blessing the Congregation ? —or was it Elisha the Prophet in the act of watching the departure of Elijah? He shook his head, and then nodded slowly to shew Mr. Vickers that he was a sympathetic auditor. "The young ladies assumed an attitude of hostility to Mr. Mellor which grieved me greatly," continued the lawyer, "knowing as I do what is coming, and having, as I have, the best interests of the state at heart. They would not listen to any suggestion of a proposal for Mr. Mellor to become the tenant of Selwood." I am afraid that I looked at the question from their standpoint also," said Chris. You did, Mr. Foxcroft, and I must say that your doing so surprised me. Mr. Foxcroft, let me tell you that the attitude of the young ladies had only delayed by a year or two the entrance of Mr. Mellor, not as a tenant, bnt as the owner of Selwood." Mr. Vickers spoke with great solemnity, lean- ing across his desk with outstretched ha^id and a ivger upraised. He meant to impress his visitor, and he succeeded amply. Chris was almost afraid. You tell me that Mellor-owner-owner of Selwood—Mellor?" he said, and his voice fal- tered it had taken its tone from his heart. His heart had stood still at the terrible picture Mr. Vickers had painted for him. Chris had, since the days of his childhood, thought of Selwood as the consolidation of all things solid. It was told of him that once, when he had reached his theo- logical period—he was between ten and twelve- he had questioned the Rector on some points in the Apocalypse. Yes, his father had said, in the Dies Irae everything in the world would be de- stroyed utterly. 0 What," he had cried, "and Selwood too? Oh, no; not Selwood." His faith was shaken in a prophecy which represented such indiscrimination of judgment as to include in the scheme of general annihilation the destruction of Selwood. That was the feeling which prevailed through- out the country, and Chris positively felt its in. fluence upon him now that Mr. Vickers assured him that "Mene-mene-tekel-upharsin" was written, if not on the walls of Selwood, on the parchments which Mr. Vickers kept in his strong room. Then Mr. Vickers got upon his feet and raised one hand while he spoke—Chris recognised his gesture as that of the angel in the picture--the angel who swore that time should be no more. "Mr. Foxcroft, I tell you honestly that I know no way by which the sale of Selwood can be averted, unless we obtain a tenant for the mansion, or at least for some of the farms. The application will be made to one of her Majesty's judges and in due course an order will be made for the sale of the property, and you may be sure that Mellor will buy it. He has set his heart on it." Then Mr. Vickers sat down. There was no need for him to stand any longer. The angel had spoken his prophecy. "Mr. Mellor is still anxious to become a ten- ant?" said Chris, after a reasonable pause. It would have been indecent for him to speak im- mediately after an Apocalyptic utterance. v "He might be brought back to it," replied Mr. Vickers. "It is quite possible that he might be led gently up to consider the matter again. Of course I had to resort to evasion in my answer to his agent regarding the negotiations for the tenancy of the mansion. I believe I said that I had found that no steps could be taken until the return of Colonel Selwood from South Africa. But I have had an interview with Mr. Mellor him- self since I wrote." "With a view to induce Colonel Selwood's daughters to look at the matter from a purely business standpoint?" "Well, not exactly. He said, of course, that it was a pity I had not found out how I stood in regard to the letting of the property before com* mencing negotiations. He had sent his surveyor down to Selwood, and these things are not done without the expenditure of money." "That is perfectly true." "He then said that his surveyor had reported- to him regarding Drellincourt Farm, and a pretty bad report it was that he had received." "Which proves that his surveyor was a compe- tent man." Mr. Vickers smiled sadly. "The young ladies were extremely anxious that I nothing should be concealed from a possible tenant in respect of that farm," said he. "They were under the impression that I might try to prove it to be a marvel of fertility." "I did not think that there would be much ground for anxiety in regard to this particular matter," said Chris. "Well, I suppose that his surveyor's report put Mellor altogether off the idea of the farm?" "Curiously enough," said Mr. Vickers, "the unfavourable character of the report seems to have stimulated him to get the better of that farm." "You amaze me." "Most people would certainly feel amazed to hear that a business man such as Mr. Mellor would be willing But if I mistake not, I gave the young ladies to understand that there was a possibility of his taking the farm out of pure— that is-" "Pure cussedness—that is the word you are looking for. Yes, you did undoubtedly suggest that there were men with theories of high farming and the rest." "I thought you would recollect. It requires one to know men if one hopes to attain success in my profession, Mr. Foxcroft. Yes, Mr. Mellor seems to be positively attracted to Drellincourt Farm on account of the difficulties it presents to him. He has—happily for us-a farming fad, and he would like to be able to point to Drellincourt as a proof of his capacity. To take up a farm that has been unlet for years—that has cost its proprietor between ten and twelve thousand pounds, to say nothing of the loss of rental, trying to work it up to a paying point-and to make a great success out of it, would be an enterprise after Mr. Mellor's own heart. "He would boast of it for the rest of his life. And he actually made you an offer for the farm?" "He made us what I consider a handsome offer for it. Mr. Foxcroft—but, of course, to a man with Mr. Mellor's wealth an extra ten or twenty thou- sand pounds is nothing. I suggested-withotit prejudice, of course, and subject to my Obtaining the consent of my clients-the sum of thirty I thousand pounds as the selling price of the farm with the buildings and machinery, and he said he thought that twenty thousand was too niuch for it. Well, after some talk and a certain amount of firmness on my part and obstinacy on his, we parted on the understanding that he would give twenty-five thousand pounds for the title-deeds." "I had no notion that Mr. Mellor was equal to that," said. Chris. "I thought of him as a prac- tical man-a prosaic man." "Now, Mr. Foxcroft, do you not agree with me that it would be flying in the face of Providence to reject such an offer as that, simply on a point of sentiment?" "Simply because Co-ionel Selwood found it I necessary to kick the chair from under him. I do agree with you most cordially, Mr. Vickers; and I think that Colonel Selwood s daughters will a-so look at the matter in this light. You see, my dear Mr. Vickers, there is a considerable difference be- tween selling a perfectly worthless farm like Drellincourt and leasing a historic house like Sel- wood-a house every room in which, every comer in which, every stone of which has its associations so far as the family of Selwood are concerned." "Undoubtedly. Still young women are young women. "Sometimes." "Ah, I daresay you would suggest that they are sometimes angels, Mr. Foxcroft." "Not I, Mr. Vickers. Angels have no sense of humour; whereas young women-but if we begin to talk of young women in all their aspects—Well, I suppose you dine about eight. Mr. Vickers, I congratulate you on your adroitness in performing an almost impossible task. I think I may pro- visionally agree to do my best to induce Miss Sel- wood and her sister to agree to Mellor's offer. Of course something may occur to alter the view I take of the transaction, but just now I think with you that such a chance may not occur again." "Take my word for it, Mr. Foxcroft, it will never occur again.. I knew that you would look at' the transaction in its proper light, and without prejudice. After all, Mr. Mellor is a man of great capacity. "And so is & shark, Mr. Vickers. The question to be considered has, happily, no bearing on Mr. Mellor's capacity." 'i L Chris shook hands with Mr. Vickers and went away. (To be continued.)

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