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[PUBLISHED BY SPECIAL ARRANGEMENT.] THE GIRLS OF THE HOUSE, By F. FRANKFORT MOORE. Author of "A Whirlwind Harvest," "I Forbid the Banns," &c., &o. [COPYRIGHT.] I CHAPTER XXVI. I At first there was no thought in Chris Fox- croft's mind except that Mr. Dickers had proved himself quite worthy of the confidence which the Selwood family reposed in him. It was unques- tionably a feat to arrange for the sale of a tarm which was a good deal worse than worthless for a price that only an exceptionally good property would fetch, and Chris felt that it would be, as Mr. pickers had suggested, flying in the face of a benign Providence, who had decreed that such men as Mr. Mellor should have a weak point in their nature, to refuse to sell the farm simply because the purchaser was a man whom some people thought objectionable. For? a day or two he took this view of the matter; and then a bacillus of doubt found its way into the optimism, causing him to ask him- self if Mr. Mellor was really the sort of man who would be likely so far to forget an insult offered to him by a man so much weaker financially than himself as Colonel Selwood was, as to cause him to do such a man an extremely good turn. He felt that it was quite easy to imagine Mellor's having a burning desire to take the place of the man who had insulted him, in that man's house—to turn him out of the house with which his family had been connected for hundreds of years, and to sit at the head of his table in his place. Such an aspiration would be quite legitimate to be possessed by a man like Mellor, and it would be quite consistent with the view Chris took of his character to imagine his paying a large sum of money annually for this gratifica- tion. But it was not so easily conceivable that such a man as Mellor would be ready to pay a considerable sum of money for a farm which the min who had insulted him would certainly be delighted to get rid of—a farm, moreover, which lvieUor must know, it his surveyor was worth any- thing, could never be successfully worked. It could be conceived that Mellor would be content to pay a considerable sum for the wretched farm provided that he got a lease of the mansion of Selwood. To live even for the limited space of five years at Selwocd would confer a certain amount of distinction on Mellor; but what distinction would accrue to him even if he were to succeed in making Drellincourt to blossom as the rose? People in the neighbourhood of Drellincourt Farm would say that he was a capital man, but was this the sort of fame that Mr. Mellor would cherish? Was he the kind of man who would think the commendation of a few rustics outside the alehouse worth an immediate outlay of twenty- five thousand pounds with a prospect of as much more money being dug into the strangely ungenerous soil of that particular farm? Of course Mr. Vickers, who supposed that he thoroughly understood men and their motives, had talked airily of Mellor's fad for farming, and of twenty or thirty thousand pounds being nothing to Mellor; but Chris, who fancied that he also had a fair working acquaintance with men and their peculiarities, found trouble in believing that Mr. Mellor would be willing to pay more than the market price for the privilege of prac- tising any fad that he might have; and as for his indifference to money in any transaction- well, the man who for the sake of pocketing a few bank shares would not shrink from such a trick as he had resorted to in the transaction with Colonel Selwood, was certainly not the man who was recklessly indifferent to money. That was how the bacillus of doubt, which found its way into Chris Foxcroft's brain when he set himself about the serious business of con- sidering the question of Mellor's offer, began to spread, until he felt quite worried over the whole business and greatly inclined to wish either that Colonel Selwood had not entrusted him with the duty of advising his daughters, or that he could bring himself to take a more restricted view than he did of his responsibility in his quasi-trustee- ship. He did not say anything to the girls about Mellor's offer, but on the Saturday after his interview with the solicitor he felt himself over- powered by a longing to visit the home of his boyhood; and so he took a return ticket to the village of Husbandman's Selwood, reaching the little wayside station between three and four o'clock in the afternoon. And before he got to his destination he found that the bacillus had multiplied exceedingly- owing to the fact that, when the train orawled into the tiny station of Drellincourt, he saw on the opposite platform Mr. Mellor himself, en- gaged in earnest conversation with a gentleman of a severely scientific cast of countenance. Chris felt convinced that he had seen a picture of this gentleman in some of the illustrated papers or perhaps a magazine, but he could not recollect at the moment whtfr name had been printed below it. He carried the black bag of the conspirator, and he was smiling the quiet smile of the pro- fessor of an exact science—it might me mathe- matics, or philology, or theology, or biology. His smile was the smile of the cocksure. And Mr. Mellor was talking to him, laying his hand on the sleeve of his ooat, though really the man did not look like one who meant to run away. Then the up train ran into the station and Chris, while his own train on the opposite side of the platform was in the act of starting, saw Mr. Mellor and his companion take their seats in a first-class compartment. All that he had seen tended to increase the mystery of Mr. Mellor's proceedings in connection with the purchase of Drellincourt Farm; nor was Chris's interest in the matter decreased when in I the course of the day he drove from the Rectory to ,the office of Colonel Selwood's farm baiIiBF ana learned from him that Mr. Mellor had paid that morning his third visit to Drellincourt Farm, and that he had for his companion a gentleman whom he called Mr. Jevons. I hope you didn't say all the bad you know about the farm, said Chris. No doubt Mr. Vickers let you know that there is a prospect of Mr. Mellor buying the place." "I kept my mouth shut as oloee as possible, sir, said the bailiff. But bless you, Mr. Chris, there was no temptation for me to say a word." "What, they didn't cross-question you about the various fields or ask you what crops were the most noted failures?" asked Chris. Not a word did they ask me, sir. When the -surveyor came down ten days ago he put a heap of questions to me as we drove round, but when Ztr* the thirty-acre field-the worst bit of the lot-he said, Hallo, what's this?' 'Oh,' said 1, that 3 a bit we tried with mangolds. I wouldnt advise anyone to plant mangolds there again. We'll be round by the Fallow Dip in a ^USt stop for a moment, and let me down,' said he. Well, what could I do under the circumstances, Mr. Chris? He wouldn't be put off with my talk about Fallow Dip, that I said would grow any crop if only decently looked after  he; he got off **}e dog-cart and began kick- ing about the soil where it was exposed, and then he wandered straight across the field, kick- „ earth and examining it here and there as I never s»w done in my life. 'Good Lord!' sai d there much more soil like this in the ?'s In the  nH ? ?  aefL ^Ugh- 'If you have anything iDTad d as this Just carry me to it. How far does that grey seam go on the other :!de 5"he?t'ch" 'It doesn't go over more than the half of the « sl-r\ » said,r< 'and it's Gospel tmth T'- 4._11:- 1 „ lemug- you wnen 1 say that when you've seen that grey seam you've seen the very worst of the }a Have I?' said he, and he gave another laugh. 'Any way,' said he, I've seen ?oun to do me.' We!. you'll hardly believe it Mr Chris, sir, but that man barely looked at Fallow Dip and the other parts that aren't nigh as bad, 81d so he left us. "Tha was a queer sort of survey, JekyU." said anJ he felt  that t was indeed ?ery queer sort of survey. "And then Mr. Mellor cam? down himself?" "?the  Me  "I never looked to see him, sir," said the h, aihff. "I thought that the report of the grey seam would do for us for all time. But then he came with a second surveyor, and they never left the grey seam for the full hour they were here- not another field would they look at; and they wanted to hear nothing about the new farm buildings, or the engine, or the double action root cutter-there they stood, and there they stood the next day, and there Mr. Mellor stood this morning with the gentleman that he called Mr. Jevongging into the earth with a spade they asked me for; and his Mr. Jevons took away a good quart of it in a tin case in a black bag that he carried." "That was certainly a queer way of inspecting a farm of two thoMsaiid acres," said Chris. What did they carry off the sample of the soil for, do you think, Mr. Chris?" asked the man. "I fancy that they are going to test it with different sorts of manures, said Chris. Mr. Mellor has clearly made up his mind to work the farm on the most scientific principles. I have heard of Mr. Jevons he is l a geologist—a gentle- man who is a great authority on all kinds of soil. He will probably analyse the sample he carried away and tell Mr. Mellor what is the element it contains that prevents it from growing anything. When they know so much they will be able to say in a moment how it should be treated so as to make it the most fertile part of the farm." That may be," said the man "but surely the buildings and the plant were worth giving five minutes to?" "You and I would think so at any rate, Jekyll," said Chris. But if these gentlemen fancy they know their business better than we do, what can we say?" He returned to the Rectory feeling that he was on the track of the discovery of Mr. Mellor's reasons for wishing to get Drellincourt Farm. He knew now that the man whom he had seen at the wayside station with Mr. Mellor was Mr. jevons, the geologist and prospector, and he also knew.that a prospector is a man who obtains the material for a prospectus. "?But "? how would Mr. Mellor. the most adroit prospectus-maker of tha age, adapt Drellincourt Farm to the requirements of such a document? Did he mean to salt" it with gold nuggets? Or was the soil ferruginous? Chris knew that almost anything is good enough as bait for the confiding widows and elderly spinsters who read prospectuses still he was well aware of the fact that the further away from the place of issue of the prospectus is the gold mine to which he refers the better ohance it has of being a success when placed on the market. A gold mine or an iron field close at hand does not resemble the bird which is worth two in the bush in the eyes of the gentlemen who wish to make money by "floating" it. A mine in the bush—the Australian bush by preference—is worth half-a-dozen at hand for "floating" purposes. Chris knew that Mr. Mellor was too astute to make any attempt to ask the public to believe that Drellincourt Farm was in any sense a gold mine. But he was equally certain that it was his hope to convince the public that it was some- thing equally profitable. But what was it exactly that he meant the public to believe in regard to Drellincourt Farm? Chris kept thinking over this question during the hour and a half which he spent in church the next day; but his father reached the last para- graph of his sermon without being of any appre- ciable help to its solution. (The rector always puiled himself together for a supreme effort whenever his son was among his hearers.) He returned to town on Sunday afternoon and went to the office of the "Morning's Wing" as usual. But he had scarcely glanced at the proof sheets of the war when Mr. Meadows came to his room with some enquiry as to the advisability of publishing a letter which was obviously an attempt on the part of a lady to advertise herself in connection with an entertainment ostensibly for the relief of certain sufferers, but which con- tained at the same time some grain of news that might be considered interesting. He was in the act of leaving the room when he suddenly paused. By the way," he said, "talking of women and —and the war, I came upon your friend-your friend's daughter, I should rather say—Miss Sel- wood, a few days ago. You will be glad to hear that she is making a great success of the room- an extraordinary success. "You did not tell me much about her; so that I was a little surprised to find myself face to face with such a young woman-such young women-she had brought her sister with her to keep lier company. More charming girls I have never met, Foxcroft. Who is their father? I did not like to ask them if he was alive. It is usually orphans who have to work for a living." Their father is Colonel Selwood," said Chris. Of Firebrace's Staff? But he is a Selwood of Selwood." That is the man. They are his daughters. Selwood is a ruinous place to keep up, even if it were not mortgaged for a good deal more than 1 it is worth. And then Colonel nelwood got. tne idea that he was the man to make money by floating companies." I thought I recollected seeing his name on a notorious prospectus or two. Good heavens! That is how the daughters have to work for their living. They are brave girls." Brave-well, I know exactly how brave, for one of them some years ago promised to marry me. There was an extraordinary pause—an illu- minating pause it was to Chris—before Mr. Meadows said in a low voice, and with his eyes fixed on a page of manuscript which he held, Which of them?" The elder-Muriel-the artist," replied Chris. He distinctly heard a little gasp of relief which Meadows stifled before saying: My dear Foxcroft, let me congratulate you. The most charming girl I ever met—absolutely the most charming!" Thank you, Mr. Meadows. I know that I am the most lucky chap alive," said Chris. You are-the most lucky chap alive; except perhaps—Has her sister also promised to marry someone?" Joan is still free—J oan is her name." That is rather strange. I should have thought that there were men enough left with eyes ey There are plenty of men with eyes, but there is Joan Selwood—a girl who is not to be lumped with the usual girls who are seen by the men with the eyes. She has had at ieast two lovers a year since she was twenty; but she, too, has eyes, and brains, which are denied to some men with eyes, and a heart which is denied to some women with brains." And she is—is she actually a cook, Foxcroft?" She is undoubtedly a cook." Such bravery! And yet people talk about the Nineteenth Century girl I was charmed with her. She has not come with her si ster since I am afraid that I—that she did not quite understand I should be sorry if I failed to make her understand that Her birthday will be on Tuesday, and I have promised a treat to her and her sister. They are dining with me at Cipriani's—their aunt, Lady Humber, is coming also of course-and then we are to go to the Hippodrome. I think that as I am associating with the celebration of her birth- day my elevation to this chair, you would bo quite in the picture if you were to join our party. I am sure that both Muriel and Joan would appreciate the compliment you would be paying us. Nothing would give me greater pleasure. That was the very first thing I was about to beg of you, Foxoroft. The fact is that our meeting had something of a constraint about it. It was too unconventional to be appreciated all at once. It was-well, not quite impudent but on the verge of impudence, on my part to enter the room and begin talking as if I had met them before; but you can understand that I did not realise You must remember that you did not say a word respecting Miss Selwood's family. I had a notion that the artist of whom you spoke was a middle-aged woman—perhaps the orphan of the man who let you into your roonis-somethi-ug like that-people do get notions of things without any reason." Chris laughed. Of course you can understand now that I was afraid of saying anything to prejudice you in her favour, Mr. Meadows," he said. I wanted to keep friendship and business apart in this I matter." Of course I understand," said the proprietor. Anyhow all s well that ends well-at Cipriani's on Tuesday-at seven—or half-past. We must be early if we are to go to the Hippodrome after- wards." Half-past seven will be time enough, I think said Chris. CHAPTER XXVII. I -1 I unris had no difficulty perceiving that Joan in- terested Mr. Meadows quite as greatly as Mr. Meadows had interested her. He was a little frightened after Joan had told him of her meeting with Mr. Meadows; never before in his experi- ence had she spoken so much about any particular man; and what he was frightened about was lest this particular man might be less inclined to think about her than she was to talk about him. He felt that if Joan were to be lees happy in her life after meeting this particular man than she had been before, he, Chris, would never forgive him- self for having mentioned Muriel's name-he had, by the way, mentioned her name—to Mr Meadows. But now Mr. Meadows had been with him and had made him understand, without meaning prob- ably to be so definite, that he was so greatly in- terested in Joan that he found it necessary to stifle a little gasp of relief when he heard that she was still free—that she had not given her promise to marry some man. Chris felt relieved to hear that little gasp of re- lief, for that, taken in connection with the rather long pause which Mr. Meadows had made before asking his question regarding Joan, went a long way toward convincing him that Mr. Meadows had been surprised out of his theory-whatever his theory was-respecting women, when- he had met and talked with Joan Selwood. He looked forward to the Tuesday evening, when the "convenances" would be fully acknow- ledged, and Mr. Meadows and Joan might talk together without restraint—if they so wished- and without the uneasy feeling that they must have had upon the occasion of their informal encounter. He knew that, if any man were to hear the sound of a fine soprano coming from his own drawing-room and were then to find that the ar- tist whom he had employed to do some painting in his room had introduced a sister to the house, there would of necessity be a certain amount of restraint in the meeting of the sister and the owner of the house. And he was also of the opinion that this restraint would be all the greater if the owner of the house were such a man as Mr. Meadows, and the sister of the artist such a girl as Joan Selwood. Still, in spite of all this, it was plain that Mr. Meadows and Joan had not felt the situation to be so embarrasing as to preclude the possibility of either of them being able to take a certain amount of interest in the other. Chris had none of the instincts of a match- maker, but he could not avoid thinking that if this mutual interest were to broaden-was narrow the word?—into something stronger than the mere sen- sation of interest-something deeper than this mere surface tickling of interest, the fact of his having suggested to Mr. Meadows the idea of getting his drawing-room beautified by Muriel Sel- wood might be regarded as a singularly happy thing. He looked forward to Tuesday evening all the time that he wrote a neat little piece of scathment respecting the rejection by the War Office-of cer- tain 12-horse-power dynamos, the presence of which would have rendered the gunners in South Africa quite independent of horses, and have en- abled them, by the simple attachment of a couple of wires, to get the heaviest guns up the highest kopjes without either risk or exertion. And then he wrote a letter to the publisher who I was about to issue the book which had been pro- nouncod too startling the year before, regarding the very important matter of review copies; and then he waited to see the first pages of the newly- printed paper before strolling to his rooms trying to solve that question which he had put to himself in church: "What was it exactly that Mellor wished the public to believe regarding Drellin- court nrm?" He"went asleep without having any answer to that question suggested to him. When he got a letter in the morning from Mr. [ Vickers inquiring if he had yet had an opportunity of speaKiner to "the young ladies" on the subject of Mr. Mellor's offer, and mentioning incidentally that Mr. Mellor had written to him, suggesting that quite an unnecessary time had been spent over what Mr. Mellor termed "shilly-shallying," and hinting that the offer which he had made for the farm was liable to be withdrawn at the end of the week, Chris Foxcroft knew that Mr. Mellor was very anxious to get the title-deeds into his possession. He knew that that subtle element known as bluff was commonly regarded by men of his stamp as a potent auxiliary in the realisation of their plans; so he merely sat doiwn and wrote a letter to Mr. Vickers assuring him that he fully appreciated Mr. Mellor's contention, and hoping that he, Chris. might be in a position to advise Colonel Serwood's daughters by the end of the week on the subject of Mr. Mellor's offer. He further begged leave to assure Mr. Vickers that he appreciated his suggestion that such an offer as Mr. Mellor's would in all probability never be made again. j After a considerable amount of thought he wrote another letter, and this one he addressed to Pro- fessor Seyder, Royal College of Science, South Kensington, reminding him that he had not yet kept his promise to pay a Saturday to Monday visit with him to the Rectory at Husbandman's Selwood, and asking him if he could make it con- venient to accompany him thither on the following Saturday, mentioning as*an allurement the great charm which competent judges admitted was to be found in certain aspects of an English spring in the country. Professor Seyder was an old friend of his, and he had an idea, which was shared by most people who were intimately acquainted with Professor Seyder, that Professor Seyder knew more of the practical aspects of science in every form than any living man. He felt convinced that not only would this well-informed man be greatly benefited by his ex- cursion to the country, and improved—but this was not so certain-bv the sermon which he would hear preached by the rector, he would be able to give him some sound advice as to the geology of Drellincourt Farm. The next morning he got a reply from his friend. It was not voluminous. "Capital idea. But how did you know it was spring? Will the 11.42 suit you?" That was the letter in full. Professor Seyder had apparently mastered the science of economy of language with the rest. Chris feit that he had made some progress to- ward the mlutioD of the question which was per- plexing He could not avoid a certain im- pression of uneasiness *n regard to this matter of the farm. It was so unlike any other transaction in which he had ever been concerned. He cor- dially agreed with Mr. Vickers that such an offer as Mr. Mellor's was not likely to come from anyone else, and it was just possible that Mr. Vickers had taken the right view of Mellor's ambition to be- come possessor of a farm which everyone had pro- nounced incapable of growing anything, and that, after all, he was actually impatient at being kept so long without a definite reply to his proposal to purchase the property. The responsibility which rested on Chris in this business he felt to be a very serious one. He might be the means of depriving the Selwood family of a sum of money sufficiently great to pay off a mortgage which represented a charge of quite twelve hundred pounds a year upon the estate, and the saving of this sum might really mean the saving of Selwood to the family. All that he had to reassure him in regard to the attitude which he had taken up was his knowledge of character—his knowledge of men. He fancied that he had formed a right estimate of the charac- ter of Mellor, and he was quite unable to reconoile the liberality of his offer for Drellincourt Farm ( with his meanness—no stronger word was in his mind—in regard to the Rookingham Bank shares- And then there was, of course, the extraordinary behaviour of the man and his surveyor and his prospector at the farm. They had gone down to estimate the value of the farm, and yet they had not thought it worth while to examine the build- ings on the property or the machinery—they had even disregarded the claims of the double action! root cutter and the 12-h.p. engine! Chris felt that he was acting up to his lights— and in accordance with his knowledge of men; but all the same he longed for Saturday. But before Saturday arrive d Tuesday came, and on the evening of that day his little dinner party took place at Cipriani's. Of course he did not present Muriel or her sister to Mr. Meadows, though Lady Humber was quite definite in her view that the etiquette of the situation necessitated his doing so. Lady Humber was quite an authority on etiquette. She also knew more than any living person regarding the language of flowers. To the suggestions of the fan and the speech of the handkerchief she had devoted a good deal of attention from time to time. "I assure you," Mr. Foxcroft," she said, "it is right that, as the relation between Mr- Meadows and my nieces has been a purely business one f hitherto, it will be necessary for you to introduce him personally to them." "If there is any doubt on the matter," said Joan, "I will write to Aunt Angela in the 'Lady's Weekly Mirror,' and she will give us an answer in her column of information. This will be her reply: 'Pansy'—I will call myself Pansy, of course. 'Pansy.—Undoubtedly, my dear Pansy if youare a house painter, and have been employed by a gentleman to work for him, you must be formally introduced to him if you meet him again in society. I must say, dear Pansy, that it is not de rigueur for house painters to bring their sisters to sing in the empty rooms where they are employed, and the fact that you did so by no means obviates the necessity for your dear sister to be also introduced to the gentleman should she meet him out. Dear Pansy, young ladies, especially those in the house- painting line, cannot be too careful. Your hand- wri in, suggests impetuosity, and your indifferent spelling carelessness. But these characteristics should be curbed. I hope you use Carter's Crimpers for fuzzy fringes. (See Advt. p. 6).' That will be the reply." "I cannot put off my dinner for a month until you get it," said Chris. "I will take Lady Hum- ber's word for the etiquette of the situation." But all the same, he had only to present Lady; Humber to Mr. Meadows. Mr. Meadows greeted both the girls before Lady Humber's measured smile had dwindled into the distance of the dining- room. But in spite of this start being on no sound basis of drawing-room procedure, the dinner was a complete success, as was also the performance at the Hippodrome which they negligently omitted witnessing. The fact was that the little party found so much to talk about both at dinner and when the Turkish coffee was made—Turkish coffee is made, not brought—they took no note of the passing of time, and it was only Lady Humber's thoughtfulness that made the others aware of the lateness of the hour. It was Joan who suggested that the "amour propre" of the lions might be oSended by the appearance of visitors who had neglected them all the evening—Joan always was ■considerate in regard to animals—and she had no difficulty in persuading Muriel and 'Chris as to the humanitarianism of her judgment in this matter, and Lady Humber was bought over by the promise of a future treat by Chris. It was also Joan who was induced by Mr. Meadows—by a curious fatality, carefully ar- ranged beforehand by Chris, Mr. Meadows was placed between Muriel and Joan at the table—to give a professional criticism of the dinner, begin- ning at the "hors o'ceuvres" and proceeding in de- tail down to the Turkish coffee; and then her criticism was criticised by Mr. Meadows with a liveliness which Chris had never suspected to be part of his nature. Muriel was then persuaded by Chris to deal with the "mise-en-scene" of the table with the chromatic arrangement of the courses, and Chris himself wound up the disenssion by look- ing at the entertainment from the standpoint of the man in the street. There was a good deal of merriment in half- tones at that little round table in 'Cipriani's, and beyond doubt some of it overflowed into the neat article which Chris wrote afterwards on the sub- ject of the Continental Press references to the automatic advance of the British Empire, and the necessity to oppose it in time. The Continental critics resembled, he said, a party of censors who had made up their minds that the lions at the Hippodrome should have their claws cut, and after passing a resolution to this effect had dined unostentatiously at Cipriani's and then gone home to their beds. The Continental critics, he sug- gested, were still in their restaurants; and the Briti-sh lion, meantime, was very profitably em- ployed keeping his claws in a serviceable con- dition in South Africa—the natural habitat of that particular specimen of the order Leones. ,1 'I 'I. ine little article was wiaeiy quoted in the (even- ing papers the next day, and some people re- membered it even to the end of the week-so that it was a sort of Methuselah among sub-leaders. Chris took tea with the two girls a few days later, carrying with him his new novel which was published that day, and in which he had written Muriel's name. He was anxious to know what impression had been produced upon Joan by her further acquaintance with Mr. Meadows, and he learned even more than he hoped to learn from her adroitness in evading any discussion of Mr. Meadows and his manners. She was as reticent now as she had been frank previously on the sub- ject of Mr. Meadows. She was extremely guarded in the terms of her acquiescence in Chris's re- marks in respect of Mr. Meadows's brilliance in conversation, as well as his tact-the two were not invariably found associated, he could assure her- and when he asked her if she had not remarked a certain originality in his way of looking at every- day things she had merely given a pretty little imitation of the uncompromising shrug of Madame Re jane in a play of Sardou's, of which the in- tellectual elements alternate between the shrug and the snarl. In short Joan evaded, with that sort of tact which is another name for femininity, every at- tempt he-also with tact-made to find out if she still thought Mr. Meadows the pleasantest man she had ever met; and thus she told him much more than he could possibly have learned from her frankness. He also acquired a kind of postcript information by her sudden recollection that she had promised Lady Humber's humble cook to do some- thing for her with a basket of mushrooms—a duty which, unlike most duties, was not susceptible of improvement by systematic procrastination. He looked at Muriel, after he had made a snatch for her hand, when Joan had disappeared with a p.p.c. smile. "Poor little Joan he said with a man's laugh. "How funny it was that she should go with you that day to Mr. Meadows's house How funny that the piano should be the only article of furni- ture in the rooms! How funny that she should be led on to sing! And now-how Providential that Mr. Meadows should have returned by the night boat from Brussels!" Muriel said that she liked the design on the cover of his book very much. And indeed it was very mysterious. He left the house after a reasonable space, feel- ing that the philosopher who had reckoned up the relative values of speech and reticence was not very far astray in his assessment. I He called in at his club and found Mr. Meadows there. Mr. Meadows congratulated him on the cleverness of his new novel. He would be very much mistaken, he said, if the book did not make a stir, the characters were so brilliantly unsym- pathetic. They were human beings, however, and readers were always ready to sympathise with human beings no matter how unsympathetic they were. The deep pathos of the unsympathetic had never had justice done to it, in Mr. Meadows's opinion, and he wondered if he might venture to ask Lady Humber and her nieces to come to his box at the Hyperion on Monday, and to take sup- per with him at his house afterwards—of course Chris would come. But Chris said he must be at the newspaper office between nine and eleven on Monday, so that he could not join the party at the theatre: but it would please him greatly to look in at South Audley-street in time for supper. Mr. Meadows said he would write to Lady Humber, and Chris felt convinced that he would keep his promise. (To be continued.)

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