NOT IN THE SECRET Since his adventure in knight-errantry Christopher Parish had suffered terrible alternations of hope and despair.

For fear of offending Miss Sparkes he did not press for an explanation of the errand on which she had sent him enough that he was again permitted to see her, to entertain her modestly, and to hold her attention whilst he discoursed on the glories of the firm of Swettenham.

Every week supplied him with new and astounding Swettenham statistics.

He was able to report, as "an absolute fact," that a junior member of the firm--a junior, mind you--was building a house at Eastbourne which would cost him, all told, not one penny less than sixty-five thousand pounds! He would like to see that house; in fact, he must see it.

When Easter came round would Miss Sparkes honour him with her company on a day trip to Eastbourne, that they might gaze together on the appalling mansion?
"P'r'aps," replied Polly, "if you're good." Whereat Mr.Parish perspired with ecstasy, and began at once to plan the details of the outing.
Indeed, Polly was very gracious to him, and presently something happened which enhanced her graciousness--perhaps increased her genuine liking for the amiable young man.