." Incipient grimness vanished out of Renouard's aspect and his voice, while he hesitated as if reflecting seriously before he changed his mind.

"No.

Nothing whatever." "You haven't brought him along with you by chance--for a change." The Planter of Malata stared, then shook his head, and finally murmured carelessly: "I think he's very well where he is.

But I wish you could tell me why young Dunster insisted so much on my dining with his uncle last night.

Everybody knows I am not a society man." The Editor exclaimed at so much modesty.