We are rusty--a trifle rusty--the both of us." "Kill me to-morrow; let me live--" entreated Mrs.

Mortimer.
"What's all this, you two ?" demanded Tilda, springing down the cabin steps and hurling herself between them.
"Hullo! Come in!" answered Mr.Mortimer genially.

"This?
Well, I hope it is an intellectual treat.

I have always looked upon Mrs.Mortimer's Desdemona as such, even at rehearsal.".