"My wife's maid--O'Toole--O'Toole--my wife's maid.

Did ever one hear the like ?" "My friend," said O'Toole, quietly, "it seems almost as if you wished to reflect upon Jenny's character, which would not be right." Misset looked angrily at O'Toole, who was not at all disturbed.

Then he said, "Well, at all events, she gossips.

We cannot take her.

She would tell the whole truth of our journey at the first halt." "That's true," said O'Toole.
Then for the second time that evening he cried, "I have an idea." "Well ?" "We'll not tell her the truth at all.