You don't often get a present from the newspaper that you can lift into a magazine more or less as it stands.

Facts are stubborn things; they won't serialize.

But now and then there's a case.
There was one a little time ago.

Oh, there was a great case not long since, if we had but the man to handle it, without spoiling it, in English fiction!" "And what was that ?" "The Minchin case!" And he looked straight at her, as one only looks at one's neighbor at table when one is saying or hearing something out of the common; he turned half round, and he looked in Rachel's face with the smile of an artist with a masterpiece in his eye.

It was an inevitable moment, come at last when least expected; instinct, however, had prepared Rachel, just one moment before; and after all she could stare coldly on his enthusiasm, without a start or a tremor to betray the pose.
"Yes ?" she said, her fine eyebrows raised a little.