chemistry...." As if unconsciously she tore off one corner of the packet of magic she held before adding: "And besides, as I have often told you, I believe Richard to have real Occult Power, which would give him a special interest in this case." Sarah Brown, who was burying her face in her hands and missing much of the conversation, caught the name of Richard, and said: "Richard has gone to his True Love." A tempest of restrained embarrassment arose.
"She's feverish," murmured Miss Ford, turning scarlet.
"My dear Sarah," said Lady Arabel tartly.

"You are quite mistaken, and I must beg of you to be careful how you repeat idle gossip about my son.
Rrchud is at his office.

You know it is only open at night--one of Rrchud's quaint fancies." "I will ring up his office," said Miss Ford, deciding to ignore Sarah Brown both now and in future.

"Where is the telephone ?" "There is none," replied Sarah Brown.

"This is the House of Living Alone." Miss Ford was pouring a grain or two of the magic into her palm.