"What's Mr.Vanderbank looking for ?" Her companion appeared to oblige her by anxiously thinking.

"Oh, HE, I'm afraid, poor dear--for nothing at all!" The Duchess had taken off a glove to appease her appetite, and now, drawing it on, she smoothed it down.

"I think he has his ideas." "The same as yours ?" "Well, more like them than like yours." "Ah perhaps then--for he and I," said Mrs.Brookenham, "don't agree, I feel, on two things in the world.

So you think poor Mitchy," she went on, "who's the son of a shoemaker and who might be the grandson of a grasshopper, good enough for my child." The Duchess appreciated for a moment the superior fit of her glove.

"I look facts in the face.