Strange that a man great enough and brilliant enough to get buried in Westminster Abbey had not sufficient of the small change of cleverness to retain the company of a Mrs.Alice Challice! Yet so it was.

Happily he was buoyed up by the thought that she understood.
"I must be moving off home," she said, putting her gloves on slowly; and sighed.
"Let me see," he stammered.

"I think you said Werter Road, Putney ?" "Yes.

No.

29." "Perhaps you'll let me call on you," he ventured.
"Oh, do!" she encouraged him.
Nothing could have been more correct, and nothing more banal, than this part of their conversation.