The fact is, I have got a job to do in the provinces, which will prevent me from having my picture-show at the usual time.

So I mean to have it now.

The cards of invitation are coming home from the printer's tomorrow morning.

I shall reserve a packet, of course, for you and your friends, when we see you to-morrow night." Just as Mr.Blyth spoke those words, the clock on the mantel-piece struck the half hour after ten.

Having his own private reasons for continuing to preserve the appearance of perfect obedience to his father's domestic regulations, Zack rose at once to say good night, in order to insure being home before the house-door was bolted at eleven o'clock.